Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Sweet thing

Yesterday was Beloved's birthday.  Inconvenient, it is, having a birthday on a Monday, so most of the celebrating happened on Sunday.  It being winter, Prudence eschewed a traditional birthday cake, opting for a crumble.

Which was most enthusiastically received by Birthday Boy and guests. 

To Monday night and dinner has been dispensed.

Prudence: Would you like some dessert?

Beloved: No, I'm so full I might pop.

Prudence: OK. (and moves to put the leftover crumble back in the fridge)

Beloved: Oh! No! If it's crumble, I'm not full.

Prudence:  (dissolving into giggles) Is that so?

Beloved:  No.  I'm never too full for crumble.

It is nice to have one's culinary skills so roundly appreciated.

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Overheard

The train to Midland attracts all sorts.

This afternoon Prudence could not block out a pair of first year uni students, both desperately trying to be alternative.

Said the boy (self-consciously camp voice) to the girl (deliberately bored tones): "I've, like,  culled a lot of people from facebook".

Girl: "Like, how many friends do you have now?"

Boy: "Only about 400."

Girl: "Oh, like, that's not very many."

Prudence couldn't tell whether that was sarcastic.

Friday, July 6, 2012

On the road

Whatever, Prudence wonders, could inspire a person to:
  1. purchase a white, bog-standard, bottom-of-the-range Hyundai;
  2. stick a decal of Casper the Friendly Ghost on its bonnet;
  3. pay good money for a personalised number plate saying CA5P3R?
Indeed.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

A certain kind of discernment

Prudence was more than unimpressed to get back to her very recently purchased car, left hopefully in the station car park that morning, much later that night to find the front passenger window smashed.

The thieves (and that's the nicest word Prudence can think of) took a leatherman tool from the glovebox.  They either didn't find or didn't want the brand new GPS.  Small mercies, one supposes.

Turns out it's $100 cheaper to just pay for a new window than to make an insurance claim.  At least the bloke who replaced the window vacuumed up the broken glass.