When hell freezes over

We did some washing yesterday – two machine loads – but there must be something wrong with the machines. I realised this when I was putting away the dry, clean clothes and sat down to match the socks up, because – get this – all the socks matched!

And here I was, thinking that unmatched socks out of the washing machine was one of life’s constants, like gravity (which – though highly opposed in some quarters – seems quite immune to all petitions) or people’s inability to realise that if you let people off the bus first, there’ll be more room for you to get on.

Pigs may fly yet.

Brain-food

Just did Melissa’s little riddle and was so pleased with myself for getting it that I had to encumber you with it… (I orginally wrote “endumber” there – that’s just got to be a Freudian slip.)

Use all twenty-six letters of the English alphabet to complete the following 13 words, but use each letter only once.

b a __ __ a i n
l __ __ g e r
d y __ __ s t y
__ __ g o t e
s a __ __ a t i o n
d i __ __ p a n
p u m __ __ i n
d e __ __ a y
b o __ __ a r
d i __ __ i t
s u n __ __ r n
o b l __ __ u e
l i __ __ o f f

Answers in the extended entry.
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Interesting

NOTE: z
No smoking around robin. Thankyou for your co-operation.


Username:

From Go-Quiz.com

Well, you all knew that anyway, didn’t you?

Funnily enough, the LJ user whose journal I found the link to the quiz in got the same result. However, when I use my LJ username I get this:

ACHTUNG!
ragsrobin may actually be a spider-human hybrid

Funny.

Colourful

From all over the place, the latest meme:

Write html to put colour on a word, but instead of the colour code (or the word “blue”, for example) put your username (i.e.: [font color=username][b]username[/b][/font] but with the pointy brackets instead of the square ones). Voila: See what colour you are.

Thus, I am robin.

Which seems rather appropriate.

Quiz

Three words in the English language end in the letters G R Y. Angry is one, hungry is another. But what is the third?

Apparently this question has been around for a while, it was posed to me Monday evening and I only just remembered I was going to try looking it up (using an online rhyming dictionary). I found the answer.

I’m amused.

Well, where to begin

Short version:

Drank some cider. Drank a lot of whisky. Got engaged. Drank some more whisky. Was shown around a few distilleries and tasted the wash at most of them. Drank even more whisky. Beat England in the Whisky Game (we ended up 3rd out of 5 teams). Had some whisky for a change. Discovered the airline we were travelling with (Duo) had gone bust on Friday leaving us stranded. Booked tickets with Ryanair and had some whisky to celebrate. Drank too much whisky at Dregs, but was unashamedly cheerful the next morning even so. Met Lyn in Edinburgh and was introduced to Peter, Ella (the dog) and Kally (the blind cat). Went for a walk on the beach in Prestwick and caught the flight back home.

Did you pay attention to that? You might gather, if you know the rest of the story, that Martin (finally) proposed. In public, even, at the Aberlour dinner Friday night, with an american film team present, which may mean we’ll end up with the whole thing on DVD (not produced by us). I sure hope someone filmed it, because I must admit that everything seems a bit hazy in retrospect. I must have answered in the affirmative, though, because I now have this shiny thingamagig on my finger, which feels very strange.

Anyway, as a good blogger (I mean “good” as in “good girl”, I’m not in any way passing judgement on the quality of this blog), I have, naturally, created a wedding blog. In fact I created it a few months ago. More about that over there.