Anecdote 1: Today I've had the ultimate "living in the countryside" experience.
I had to stop the car in the middle of the road.
To move a giant turnip.
Sadly there are no photos of this momentous occasion, as the event resulted in the countryside version of a traffic jam (two cars behind me, one car on the approach). So the poor turnip was hastily consigned to the hedgerow and I got back into the car.
It also demonstrated to me that I still think like a city person, for I automatically clocked the thing in the road as rubbish and chucked it away, rather than thinking, free comedy oversized vegetable == soup for days, and placing it reverently in my car.
Anecdote 2: Anecdote 2 is behind the cut . I can now count the following amongst both "Experiences I shall not soon forget" and "Experiences no one warned me about before I became a parent": Chasing down a baby making a speed-crawl break for the door of the bathroom that the toddler has just left open...in the midst of trying to put in a tampon. Lovely. Thanks, kids.
I had to stop the car in the middle of the road.
To move a giant turnip.
Sadly there are no photos of this momentous occasion, as the event resulted in the countryside version of a traffic jam (two cars behind me, one car on the approach). So the poor turnip was hastily consigned to the hedgerow and I got back into the car.
It also demonstrated to me that I still think like a city person, for I automatically clocked the thing in the road as rubbish and chucked it away, rather than thinking, free comedy oversized vegetable == soup for days, and placing it reverently in my car.
Anecdote 2: Anecdote 2 is behind the cut . I can now count the following amongst both "Experiences I shall not soon forget" and "Experiences no one warned me about before I became a parent": Chasing down a baby making a speed-crawl break for the door of the bathroom that the toddler has just left open...in the midst of trying to put in a tampon. Lovely. Thanks, kids.
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[DUCKS FROM THE INEVITABLE THWAPPING]
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Well punned, sir, well punned.
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And "ladybit gorezone" is going to be the name of my next thrash metal band.
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I'm mildly incredulous that it isn't a thrash metal band name already.
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Meanwhile, your second anecdote hid behind no cut in my feed, but I'm not bothered; some indignities simply must be shared!
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I hadn't realised cut text commands didn't work outside DW/LJ, sorry!
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Makes for a great children's story, though.
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Blackadder: Baldrick, I've always been meaning to ask: Do you have any ambitions in life apart from the acquisition of turnips?
Baldrick: Er, no.
Blackadder: So what would you do if I gave you a thousand pounds?
Baldrick: I'd get a little turnip of my own.
Blackadder: So what would you do if I gave you a million pounds?
Baldrick: Oh, that's different. I'd get a great big turnip in the country.
- S3E1, 'Dish and Dishonesty'
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(apparently i think like a country person, though one generation removed from said countryside.)
oh god lady gorezone experience sounds...yeah, wow. memorable.
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And oh, the endless indignities of parenting. Yikes.
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