Notes – Dan Q

‘Simplified’

Well ‘thanks’ for the ‘simplified’ statement, I guess?

A Little Bit Straighter

The clasp on my ‘bi pride’ watch strap is failing because, in an ironic twist, part of it needs to be made a little bit more straight.

Fishsmith

I’m a little fishsmith,
Short and stout.
Here’s my anvil,
Here’s my trout.

I guess it’s the laptop and the pile of towels that cause the confusion, but people keep asking me questions (usually in Spanish) about where to get towels from and whether they can use the pool at this hotel.

And I have to keep explaining that nope, I don’t work here, I’m just watching my kids play while I catch up on my RSS reader!

Eclipse

Well that was pretty spectacular. 🤩

L’Aqüeducte Romà de les Ferreres

Of all the architecture with which the devil is (per legend) credited with the construction, L’Aqüeducte Romà de les Ferreres might be the most impressive.

Nice work, Satan.

No green wine gums

No green and only two black wine gums in this bag? Feeling robbed.

Sainsburys Grapes

Sainsburys grapes confuse me.

500g of white grapes are £2. 500g or red grapes are £2.20. So you’d expect 500g of half-red, half-white grapes to be… £2.10, right? But no, that’s £2 too.

So buying 500g of white grapes and 500g of red grapes is cheaper if you buy the mixed packs and then separate them. Why!?

Shipslasher

I want to write a successful YA fiction where all the characters are boats. Just ‘cos I want to see people ‘shipping ships.

Also, one of my characters will be called Slash.

Chuck Wagon

Apparently, zero of the imagineers building this Disneyland Paris cafe conceived that “Chuck Wagon” sounds like what a cowboy would call a wheeled vomit trough. 😂

Can’t sleep, too much fire

An unexpected start to the kids’ and I’s glamping weekend last night when the static caravan behind our dome burned to the ground. We spent most of our night half way down a field watching the fire crews tackle the blaze.

(Nobody was injured; the residents were able to escape out of a window.)

F-Day plus 151

A hundred and fifty one days since we were flooded out of our house, and I needed to visit to meet a contractor. The garden’s starting to get a little wild, this summer: we’ve been periodically visiting to mow the lawn, but our hedge seems to have decided that this could be the year that it will consume the gate once and for all…