Lack of memory

Michelle: Watch what you say. You know where it all goes...

She means this blog of course.

Chris has asked Jane if that's the same bread she's eating. You know, the bird food one.

Jane: Yeah, but it's not dodgy. If i make it myself, it's dodgy, but this one is not dodgy.

She points at the whole at the bottom of the sandwich made by breadmaker paddles. Chris giggles at this making Jane roll her eyes again.
I personally think she couldn't wait till lunch and decided to eat the bread inside out.

We couldn't talk about the news much, as it all revolved around the toddler who was dried in a dryer and it made Jane all uncomfortable. You could just see her bread getting squashed and tuna squeezing out.

And we couldn't talk about movies, cos all movies we watched were either combat movies from the 80s or "after-book-ones", which as a rule, no one is supposed to like.

We talked a bit about lamb and mint sauce and mint sauce without lamb and lamb without mint sauce. But that's pretty much it.


However, I quite liked the pre-lunch conversation with Vicki, which i cannot disclose if i value my life. "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. "


Chris, help, lunch finished 5 minutes ago and my memory has already betrayed me. Except for blowing bubbles when i talked i don't remember a thing anymore.