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[slemslempike]

The last thing that made me laugh was a Reacher book, where a chapter opens with: "I had never eaten yogurt myself but I had seen some and my impression was that individual portions came in small pots about two inches wide". I'm not sure that I believe that Reacher hasn't eaten any yoghurt - or was it not as common a thing when he would have been growing up (1970s, I think)? Or maybe his family couldn't get it easily when they were trailing the Marines around the world (but don't US bases have those PX or whatever where you can get US basics pretty easily?). Maybe he's never spoken to anyone called Tom, either.

I learned today (well, according to Wikipedia) which country has the only ambassador based in Liechtenstein. Anyone want to guess? I was going to do a poll but I haven't. I was also going to do a poll about knowledge of South Sudan, but I'm not sure I have enough knowledge to actually make one. And I think quizzes are only fun if you know about half to two thirds of the answers properly (less and I feel left out, more and I feel it's too easy to enjoy). Actually I think Jess did one about Sudan a while ago and I only knew one answer, I should dig it out and see if I know any more now. And if I don't I can blame it on North-centricity and the change in political circumstances since whenever it was.

I have a huge craving to go clothes shopping, particularly charity shopping, and browsing on ebay, and wear tights and boots and layers. Also I want to go to the sort of event that requires proper posh evening dress - I would hate the event and feel out of place, but I want to have to have a proper posh frock, long, and maybe with a bit of a pouffy skirt.

One of my boss's phrases is "calls me every time they take a solid shit" for people who want handholding through everything. This meant that I did in fact gchat her the other day, because I'd had my first solid bowel movement for at least 6 months, and my bottom found it very surprising.

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[chiasmata]

I particularly love your last paragraph and would like to offer my congratulations.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

It has passed and I am back to the much easier new normal. I am not sure I will survive moving back somewhere where I eat properly.

[katlinel.livejournal.com]

The last thing that made me laugh was the final sentence in this post. (Also, I can tell your boss has never worked as an IBD nurse.)

Posh frocks are lovely. Especially with skirt pouffiness.

There was yoghurt around in the 70s where I grew up, but then the Ski yoghurt factory was just up the road. I think Angel Delight was still more popular, though. Tales from the Ski yoghurt factory are why I would eat any brand of yoghurt except Ski.

ETA: I have been hailed, sleeted and rained on today in my quest for a chocolate swiss roll from Goodfellow and Steven. Just thought you should know.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

She has not - and has now conceded that it very much doesn't work as a metaphor for here as solid shits are so very infrequent.

They are! I had a lovely ballgown for my graduation ball, which I didn't enjoy once we left the small fairground and went to the actual ball bit, with a nice large skirt. I think I'd need to get a different job to need it. Or start being the consort of an actor or something.

Reacher is American, but his author is British, so maybe Lee Child is the yoghurt unbeliever. Tell me some tales from the Ski yoghurt factory? I have found a lovely brand of yoghurt here which does a sort of appley woodland fruit thing (deeply inappropriate for the context, admittedly), but it hasn't been in the shops for a month or so.

I think you showed admiral fortitude in your quest for a chocolate swiss roll. I am now weighing up my desire for boots and tights with sleet, but I still think boots might win.

[katlinel.livejournal.com]

New metaphor required!

I am sure you would make an excellent actorial consort. Or maybe you could start running chari-dee events than involve wealthy people in posh frocks and you would have to wear them, too, to mingle successfully. I would like to see a picture of you in your graduation ballgown.

The tales from the Ski yoghurt factory mainly involved bodily substances finding their way from the workers into the vats of yoghurt. Sneezes were the least of it; I think semen was the nadir. AFAICT, Ski yoghurt is no longer at thing. I am not surprised.

Boots always win. I should have worn my boots today, but I was lulled by two days of sunshine.

[yiskah.livejournal.com]

I was just going to say, I don't think I've seen Ski yoghurt for ages, though it was a staple of my (1980s) childhood. Reading this comment, I am quite glad.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

I feel like I hadn't seen it for a while, but in the last year or so it's made a resurgence. I think it's Nestle anyway.