Elizabeth November 16th, 2007
I have just finished the most amazing meal of Thai food that I think I’ve ever had. Neither of us could be bothered to cook tonight – or even to just reheat the leftover pasta sitting in the fridge – so we picked up the phone. And it was probably the best decision we ever made.
We had pork spring rolls, chicken Tom Kha soup (this was probably the best of them all – it was perfect), a pork/squid/prawn/cashew salad that was topped with coriander, tamarind and chili paste (amazing) and a pork & veggie stir fry.
And coconut rice. I think the only thing better than coconut rice is coconut rice the next day. I am hoping that by the time tomorrow comes around I will have found some room for it.
It was a nice way to top of a pretty good day. We got up early because Dad was in town, and we’d organised for him to come over for breakfast. Breakfast was great, and it was nice to show him the house in its complete form since the last time he saw it half of the furniture was missing. Tim got to listen to lots of boring stories about the past 200 years of our family’s history (for once, this is actually not an exaggeration), and he feigned interest so convincingly that I am a little bit suspicious of him. I will be monitoring his reactions to my own stories very closely from now on.
After Dad left we went out to Camberwell Junction and did some shopping. Tim was looking for a couple of books that he’d been trying to track down, and I bought some clothes and a new pillow (since Tim is allergic to my down pillow). It was a very successful trip, but the heat was absolutely exhausting and I was so happy to come home and turn on the airconditioner. It’s the first time I’ve used it since moving into this place, but it was too stifling in the house without it.
We just bummed around on the couch for a while, watching Looking for Alibrandi and being potatoes. It was nice.
FIVE ON FRIDAY
Something new: I’ll be answering 5 questions on Fridays, care of either Five on Friday or Friday 5 (depending on whose questions are better). At the time of writing only one of the sites has been updated anyway, even though there’s less than an hour of Friday left in my timezone. Silly US-centricity.
1. Where is the nearest playground slide?
I can think of four within walking distance of my house, and they’re just the ones I’ve discovered on foot. Two of them are attached to dog parks that I take Harry to regularly, and the other two I pass on my way to the tram or the shops.
Last time I was at the playground itself I took my little buddy J, who we were babysitting. There was another girl at the park who was fearlessly climbing all over the equipment, even though she was only just 2 years old and didn’t even seem to be talking. Her mother told me that just a few weeks earlier a factory door had fallen flat, trapping her underneath and fracturing her leg. She was only just regaining her confidence after the scare.
2. What’s something you recently let slide?
That’s easy – the collection of socks that Harry has been creating underneath the bed. He’s been sneaking past us with treasures from the washing pile in the laundry, and we’re finding it so funny that we’re not calling him on it. Tim’s socks appear to be especially pungent, and therefore the most highly-prized delicacy. I have raised a dog with a very sophisticated palate.
3. Who recently let slide something you did?
I am a pleasure to be around at all times and bring nothing but joy and happiness to those around me.
… ok, Tim. About 5 times per hour. It normally begins with a whiney Tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiim and is usually followed by a totally unreasonable request that involves him doing everything and me doing nothing. He is very patient and always lets it slide.
(Right up until the point where he flips me his middle finger and tells me to get fucked ♥)
4. Where is the nearest water slide?
Actually, I have no idea. That would have been nice to know today though, since it was so hot. I wonder how places like that cope with the water restrictions that we have now…
5. When did you last slide down a pole, a rope, or an embankment?
15-20 years ago? Focusing on this question will just lead into a lengthy tangent about how many grey hairs I found in the mirror this morning and how I’m not leaving the house until I have dyed my hair and oh my God how did I get so old???
And nobody wants that.
