kestrel

… perlmonger is hanging the lights on my broomstick.

Your weasel is the Marbled Polecat. Never heard of
them? Well, they’re beautiful, live in northern
Asia and are very rare. Did we mention the good
looks?
Good news: A rather attractive and unique looking
mustelid. All the bluster of the big boys but
much finer outfitting.
Bad news: Well, no one has heard of you for a
REASON. You’re endangered, buddy, like a lot of
other weasels. You just don’t get the press
those darn prarie ferrets get.

Which weasel are you?
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last night was another risotto – prawn, chili and ginger, one of our favourites. I went to the fridge to find some salad leaves to accompany it and, inexplicably, there were none. I blame the kittens – they eat *everything*.

the closest I could find to salad was spinach, so I took several handfuls, washed it well, then dumped it in a frying pan with all its water, splashed some honegar* on it, and cooked it very quickly, stirring all the while, until it wilted. Then I mixed it into the risotto and served it.

*highly* recommended.

*honegar – found in Waitrose last week, a mixture of wine vinegar and Vermont honey. I can’t remember the last time I bought a prepared salad dressing, but this caught our eye, and very nice it is too.

thanks to captainblue for this –

You are the grammar Fuhrer. All bow to your
authority. You will crush all the inferior
people under the soles of your jackboots, and
any who question your motives will be
eliminated. Your punishment is being the bane
of every other person’s existence, because
you’re constantly contradicting stupidity.
Everyone will be gunning for you. Your dreams
of a master race of spellers and grammarians
frighten the masses. You must always watch your
back. If only your power could be used for good
instead of evil.

What is your grammar aptitude?
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You are ‘Christmas Time is Here, by Golly!’, by Tom
Lehrer. Hmm, you really don’t like Christmas,
do you? From the moment they start playing
carols in the shops in October to the
appearance of the first Easter Eggs in the
shops on New Years Eve, the rampant hypocrisy
of the Christmas spirit sets your teeth on
edge. You know just how many family fights
start over Christmas dinner, how many people
are injured in the Boxing Day sales, and how
few people actually find Christmas even
remotely merry. You liked Scrooge far better
before those ghosts got to him, and you are
only doing this quiz because you are bored at
work and anything is better than listening to
everyone else discuss their Christmas shopping.
Still, it is two days off work, which does
count for something… Enjoy the break.

What Christmas Carol are you?
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thanks to pickledginger for the link

in perlmonger’s journal …

busy, busy – perlmonger and I left home at 9.15 on Saturday morning, in truly *vile* weather, to visit the Supreme Cat Show at the NEC. The traffic was vile too, and we didn’t actually get into the halls until well after midday (and where was the bloody shuttle bus?). We trundled around, talking to cat breeders about CatsConnected, and admiring hundreds of beautiful creatures, while knowing, smugly, that they weren’t a patch on the Tribe.

we left at about 5, and trundled across to the M1, stopping for a bite of fuel at a Little Thief. I haven’t been in one of these for years – they haven’t improved. Down to East London for etrigan’s party, where we arrived at about 9.15, and meeting mmacpoland, drpete and tamaranth [waves: lovely to meet you at last!] on the doorstep.

a grand party – thanks, Alan!. We got back to our hotel at 3 a.m., and then had to drive back to Brissle next morning. We arrived home to the stony silence of the Tribe, and collapsed in front of the telly with tea and bikkits to watch Pop Idol, which I’m ashamed to say I love. Praise be for the Tivo, which had done the show, the results, and the cheesy Kate Thornton bits afterwards.

as we finished watching that, the Tivo started recording a Miss Marple, so we remained slumped through that too. I really can’t remember the last time we sat and watched five hours of TV on the trot …

then Pete decided to clean out the midden that existed on top of The Freezer Under the Stairs, which took ages, and precipitated the assembly of the last box from Ikea. The cats like to roost on there, and had formed things into an unpleasant and tangled nest. It’s all clean and tidy now, and all the bits are en-boxed, so hopefuly it will stay that way.

and now we are about to set off for Cornwall to collect the Midwich Kittens. Wish us luck …

[edited to correct incorrect link]