The virtues of labelling
Oct. 21st, 2010 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceI have these sausages for lunch: pork'n'herb'n'mustard. So I rootled around in the freezer, and found an Anonymous Container that clearly contained beans of some specie. Ah good, thought I: that'll be the home-baked beans I'm looking for, not labelled because so obvious. Oh, yes.
Ahem. Apparently I'm having chilli-on-toast for lunch. With sausages.
No matter! It shall be lovely. Perhaps it shall also be a life-lesson, and I will convert to labelling ways.
In other news: to no one's surprise, Reading Week has suddenly become Revising Week, a quick scribble on a manuscript I haven't looked at for years, before it goes for copy-edit. I guess I am still reading, just that it's my own words rather than another's. Hey-ho. *sets Banks aside*
ETA: Perhaps these boys didn't hear me; I said I am having sossidges for lunch. I, me. I can't make that pronoun more personal...
Ahem. Apparently I'm having chilli-on-toast for lunch. With sausages.
No matter! It shall be lovely. Perhaps it shall also be a life-lesson, and I will convert to labelling ways.
In other news: to no one's surprise, Reading Week has suddenly become Revising Week, a quick scribble on a manuscript I haven't looked at for years, before it goes for copy-edit. I guess I am still reading, just that it's my own words rather than another's. Hey-ho. *sets Banks aside*
ETA: Perhaps these boys didn't hear me; I said I am having sossidges for lunch. I, me. I can't make that pronoun more personal...