It is a sad, sad day when sex goes on your to do list. Very sad.

Saturday night in a frantic attempt to not be roped into dancing, I took out a pane of glass with my forehead and knee while trying to make a hasty exit through what I thought was an open door. I've got one quote for replacing the glass. By the end of this week, I WILL HAVE got several more quotes so the hosts and I have a accurate view of what the replacement cost will be and can start organising things.

Trust me, it's far worse when there's no point even putting it on...

Casi - you okay chick?
Ouch!

For me - keep waiting for the sodding postman. Need two items in order to start practising my cake AND send my Secret Santa. I am not a patient waiter. Or waitress for that matter.

Go and see the Junior School dress rehearsal on Thursday. Which is a pleasure not a chore.
Refill my prescription which is definitely on the chore side.
Hope my cold goes away.

Oh it's a packed schedule....

I think we'll need a fuller account of the evening Casi before we can offer appropriate remarks.

agreed.

We will, of course, need the TPS first.

Did you get that memo????

I notice she's been having trouble with her TPS reports...

Was that Tasmanian Philatelic Society reports? :) [hmmm, that one's about as good as the Lindt line...utterly lame]

There were actually two parts to the evening. In the first part I met this absolutely delightful gay guy who was wearing this amazing, grey, wool suit with square buttons-perfect attire, you'll agree, for an Australian summer, paella party. We swapped companion planting and cleaning tips with a focus on natural products. That alone would have made it a perfect Saturday night. The second part was where the reconfigurement of the glass panel took place-luckily my hosts and their other guests were only momentarily distracted from their dancing by this. As soon as the glass and blood were cleaned up, everyone went straight back to it. I, however, had an acceptable reason for not dancing and instead spent the rest of the evening observing proceedings.

SG, thanks for asking-I know now what a 1 x 0.5 cm wavy section of of my knee looks like under the skin and I have tested out the effectiveness of various kinds of elastoplast. I did play squash last night with no blood lost and I successfully completed a reconnaisance mission to my folks' place to "borrow" antiseptic powder from their overstocked pharmeceuticals cupboard with no-one (not even the cat) noticing thereby escaping well-intentioned, but annoying medical advice.

More questions for SG: Did the postman arrive? Did you send your Secret Santa? How was the dress rehearsal?

Wrote an orchestral Christmas piece that's being premiered this week by a big ass ensemble. 200-voice choir, 90-piece orchestra. Rehearsals all this week, opens on Friday night.

For a guy who used to mostly play keyboards for one-hit wonders, this is a pretty big switch. I'm nervous and excited.

That's pretty awesome, smooth! Congratulations.

Congratulations smooth. It sounds exciting. I wish I could hear it.

Yes, awesome is the right word !

Break a leg... or finger, or pencil. Whatever's appropriated for a writer/composer/piano man. :thumb:

Hearts. Musicians break hearts. :)

Good Luck, smooth and congratulatons

EGGGGGSALANT !!!