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[desperance]

So I hid my slices of worktime nibbly salami under the keyboard, what time I slipped downstairs to refresh my glass of worktime wine.

That thump I heard downbelow? That was indeed the sound of Mac casting my keyboard to the floor, in order to get at the salami. Sigh. Please can I have stupider cats, please? I hate that feeling they're one step ahead of me all the time...

In other news: a cold? Just now, with a book to finish and public performances looming? Do. Not. Want.

*sniffs*

*coughs*

*drinks more wine*

Comments

[athenais.livejournal.com]

Oh, does wine help? There's my mistake....

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yup. More wine...

(Actually, usually I'm a hot-toddy man: give me whisky, lemon, honey for medicine. With a dash of angostura for flavour. Just, today I've got this death-march thing, I'm trying to work through it, so I'm hurling down the wine as being slightly less lethal to the working impulse...)

[athenais.livejournal.com]

I think today I shall have to drink on my lunch hour. A hot-toddy would do nicely.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yup, it's a grand thing. And oh, so good for you... (And so various: I have known people who grate nutmeg into their toddies; Geoff Ryman once mixed in cumin for me, when I was too sick to mix my own. Me, I stick with the Angostura, when I can find it.)

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

I tend to favour a toddy made with Laphroaig 15 - even if it doesn't cure what ails you you don't care because it's so yummy.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

No arguments at this end. I used to use cheap whiskies for toddies, on the grounds that the good stuff would be wasted with all the additives; then I ran out of cheap stuff and had to use Laphroaig. And haven't looked back since...

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

Even my cheap "quaffing" whiskies are single malts. I strongly recommend the Waitrose and Sainsbury's Islays for emergencies.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I've had Sainsbury's, and enjoyed it; but neither of these two is readily accessible to me (still no Waitrose north of Durham, and I live the rough end of town, where Sainsbury's does not care to tread). Besides, I am a brand queen. Macallan is my drinkin' whisky and Laphroaig is my sippin' whisky, and everything else is a tasting whisky to be slotted somewhere into the spectrum between 'em...

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

There's a Waitrose in Hexham. Or, of course, you could come to Durham...

But I have had supermarket own brand Islay which I did not like (can't remember which one, and doubtless adding hot water and honey to it would have helped. And a clove or two).

[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

Please can I have stupider cats, please?

I think your cats need a more clever owner...

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Damn you, moral_vacuum! How dare you see through my thin disguise?! You're quite right, of course, it is not the cats at fault in this relationship (tho' it has to be said my sweet late girls would never have figured out the "it's under the keyboard" conundrum; they were utterly gorgeous, but not bright. Not bright at all. I miss that, y'know?).

[esmeraldus-neo.livejournal.com]

[snort]

That's not intelligence, that's having a nose. The furry buggers evolved to smell food that's hiding under stuff.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but the girls would have the decency to wait in ambush until it showed itself. None of this figuring out that the keyboard was shiftable, that brute force was an option. Once brute force is an option, I have so lost.

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

One of the reasons I am allergic to cats is the conviction that evolution has bred them to be one step ahead of us. Cats.

Don't get me started on mice.