May 2, 2009

I'm &28

Love Me Love My Food Yes last week was my &28th birthday. I was fine about it. I am fine about it. You wouldn't think that &28 was a major milestone until you converted it back to decimal now would you.

Thanks to all those who sent presents. They are appreciated.

To celebrate I went to college. We had an interesting morning setting up studio configurations with controlled lighting ratios and an afternoon of colour balancing colour negative film.

In the evening we went out and ate Tibetan. It was a trifle chilly on the al-fresco dining area. But the food was spicy hot.

The next day we toddled off to Bribie for a beach excursion. It was a lovely sunny day. Eloise decided that she was a cat.

Ironically, or maybe not, or maybe yet, Nicole had that morning been to see an immunologist about the dreaded ever-present hayfever and he had unsurprising confirmed that she is allergic to every conveivable genus of biota and particulate that exists under the sun and even in the recesses away from solar illumination. He especially forbade her from contact with cats. He told her of a case of someone dying - yes, DYING - from contact with a cat.

So no cats then. Eloise is not best pleased.

And yes she's allergic to dogs too.

The dogs seem to have turned a minor corner. Not wishing to tempt fate (run away run away) Matilda has started to become quite obedient. And Tiny has recovered the ability to jump into the boot of the car. I always thought it was a case of inches and miles.

Oh, and Eloise read her first word. It was "Otter."

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