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A belated (sorry!) Happy Birthday to Fim for yesterday! Sorry about not acknowledging it yesterday, which would have been more logical. My excuse is that the newest version of my LJ client is c-r-a-p and doesn't notify me about birthdays the way the old one did ;)

And, since you were asking about them the other day, I thought I'd scan in a picture for you:
( Pocky Sticks!!! )

The d00m of the butter!

LJ swallowed my entry...that's the trouble with making posts from 2 computers simulataneously when one is deliberately set 7 minutes fast and the other isn't.

Anyhow...

I am amazed by the ability of rancid butter to pervade everything with its powerful an noxious scent. Yesterday was my dad's bithday, so my mother made him an apple crumble. Somhow, some small part of the butter she used must have been bad. It wasn't a large amount, cos both the wrapper from the old pack and the entire new pack smelled fine. However, rancid butter is poweful. The crumble had a slightly sour-milk taste. Today, a slice was left over, so my dad decided to heat it up, peel off the crumble and just eat the fruit.

Things that consequently ended up smelling of rancid butter ⁽¹⁾:

• The bowl containing the crumble.
  
• Several plates and some cutlery.
  
• The microwave.
  
• The kitchen bin.
  
• The kitchen.
  
• The dining room.
  
• Probably, the dishwasher too, now.

Brother has a cold and is being 'manly' about it, i.e. "I'm ill. Give me sympathy. Give me hugs."

He is annoyed about his new mobile. It's a "3rd Generation" doodah, Argos, £40. OK, fine, but since he got it, he found out 2 things. Firstly, the network, 3, delete any credit you still have at the end of each month (which seems ridiculous to me). He got £15 with his phone, and he is never going to use that much in a month. So he's annoyed. Secondly, he can't switch to a nice network like, say, O2 or Virgin, because the phone is built for 3. Not only is it locked to the 3 SIM, it is designed only to work with 3 SIMs. So he's screwed, a bit.

He is annoyed, and is looking in the Argos catalogue to see if it warns of these things. He also found a bug in the programming.

The sky is blue today. Oh, and the vet is going to operate on Sprouts. Hooray! I hope it goes well, but ultimately, I'd sooner see her die happy and un-miserable now than slowly go downhill and get sicker over coming months. So I'm confident that the operation is the right way to go.

And my laptop should arrive on Monday or Tuesday.

(1) The smell of rancid butter: remember school trips when you were about 10, on those awful hired coaches? Remember how one kid would always eat too much chocolate, drink too much milkshake and then throw up somewhere along the line? Remember how the coach smelt for the rest of the journey? That is exactly the smell of rancid butter.