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Me and some of the royal warrants on my food.

Whoa! Stop the Presses and sign the petition!

Dear Reader,

You should sign this petition because the building currently existing here is lovely, and the one they are proposing really isn't (see image above). Image from here.

Market Report: HAPPY EASTER!

Where was I this holiday season, you ask? The answer is depressing: sick in bed or at work. The week  before Xmas, the week of The Mister's Bday, I was suffering from horrific food poisoning. Projectile vomit was involved, alas. I believe it is libel to suggest where these things happen without it being scientifically proven (and perhaps, alas, even then) so I won't.  Then, I was in bed with a cold all of xmas! It was t otally, heavens to Betsy particularly as one of my cold remedies may or may not have induced hallucinations! After xmas I returned to work, as there are pressing deadlines that cannot not be met. Yesterday, in my copious free time we hit up our local grocery store looking for discounts on xmas puddings laced with brandy and realized it was time to get ready for Easter!

Yahoo = Hoo Ha!

Years ago I lived in this idyllic house for 2 years. One of my rooms in this house was the very same room that the founder of Yahoo! used to live in (one of those guys or maybe just netscape). Anyway, I, like most people, have long since stopped using Yahoo about 10 years ago. But my dear Hackney Freecycle insists on using this dinosaur system. Kills me! Ugh!

Every once and awhile, I wish we lived in LA

 
Not only would it take this dear writer back to her native state, but there would be sunshine and we would have gone here.

It is so cold and dark and windy and bone chillingly damp in London. Luckily, I have a German mother in law and a German grandmother in law. These two wise women are knit extraordinare and have made me these exquisite striped wool socks. See how they fit my feet PERFECTLY. So, we are wearing our wool socks, and eating auflaufs to get through the cold, dark winter while dreaming of Deauville.

Here, when I say I'm from "Jersey," they sometimes think I mean the tax haven...

When I was 15 I thought I was pretty cool cause I already knew all of all of this. I was glad that they brought up Adams of suburban NJ, because I have been thinking of my old town's Adams Shopping Center recently. Not for Adams or it's equally sad WASPy sister store Madam's, but for the cupcakes available in the bakery in this shopping center. They were buttercreme concoctions of magicalness unseen in this cupcake boom. They were decorated like cookie monster, like this one.

Gluttony!

 

Usually, I am very smug at the checkout with my whole grains. But today's shopping was blessedly silly. 

Dear Reader, I married him

While googling myself today, I found my old blog. And this charming posting about when I first met The Mister. I think his height is more like 6 foot 3, or whatever 190cm is in inches. You, dear reader, can do the maths.

Amish Pie Tote; I need this right now!

An aunty sent me a link to this blog. Yowzers, dear reader, yowzers.

Santa Hat, Deerstalker Hat, Thinking Hat

So, dear reader, I'm hard at work on my murder mystery. Alas, more of my time goes towards thinking what to wear to my book launch than to writing. But I do quite a lot of research. In addition to exploring my settings, I've read nearly all of the books on how to write a novel, murder mystery, get published, pick what to wear at your book launch at the Stoke Newington Library. But I have not yet read this one, yet.

Hey, if you want to buy the hat above. Some very lovely gents make it.