Day Twenty-five

I guess anyone stupid enough to wear a tiny skirt in the middle of winter deserves to freeze.

But I really like my skirt.

I summoned every ounce of wakefulness within me this morning to get up early and ensure that Jez gets a taste of my curry cabbage. I honestly didn't think it was that great, but if I didn't pass the burden onto someone else I'll be stuck eating it tonight.

So for the first time in forever I was early for work and it wasn't an accident.

Freida is still driving me nuts. And the fact that she's driving me nuts is driving me more nuts because none of her nutty quirks are intentional. I've decided not to let it bother me, because it's really my problem and she already has Harsha biting her head off for every crumb of pastry she drops on the kitchen counter.

On Wednesdays I have pharmacy practice training, because one of the mundane roles of the pharmacist is to decipher the mind-boggling scrawls on handwritten scripts that suggest either doctors dictate prescriptions to poorly-trained chimps or write scripts with the pen between their toes.

My training simply involves reading off John's increasingly messy Blackmores list. Sometimes it doesn't even look like English. Today's had a hint of Arabic.