Baking Day: Resurrection

In which Dan and I decide to bring back Baking Day. But we had to have it on a Saturday because we no longer seem to have spare time on weekdays, what with our jobs, hectic social lives, etc. It was decided that Baking Day UK-Stylez probably demanded pie. So pie we did. Good pie. Marvellous pie. Mostly made by Dan. Alex and I watched him and admitted that neither of us had ever seen anyone peel celery before. I made apple pie - it was not as good as Dan's chicken pie but I think I kind of buggered up the pastry owing to Alex plying me with wine. Disappointing lack of people wanting to participate in Baking Day - I suspect they're still terrified that purple death trifle will somehow make a comeback. This is foolish as one cannot find purple death here.

Working backwards over the past few weeks for a moment - I was abandoned by the other ginger twin and am still sulking. And then I ate some Peruvian with Kruse which was great fun especially once I worked out that I sort of understood the waitress. Sort of. And then Roger turned 30 so there were drinks. And then I did some work and then another weekend came about and Amanda was down for the evening so we sampled some wine at a pub and I watched an old man try and chat her up, which was hugely entertaining for me. And then we crashed at her brother's house. He is a chef and, much to my disappointment, had an empty fridge because he eats takeaways mostly. And then I had to wake up a little hungover and work out how to get to Toast NZ where I was meeting Kruse and Caro'n'Dom. This was difficult, made worse by my inability to think but I was only half an hour late and as a reward I got to have steak and cheese pie and L&P and it was delicious. As was the NZ wine and beer that I also partook of. Disappointment of the day was Supergroove - awful accoustics meant we couldn't hear feck all.
I cannot recall if I did anything on the Sunday. I probably cleaned the bathroom and did a white wash.

All of that brings us up to Baking Day, and then roast lunch at Kruse's with Chook and then drinks at the local and then rolling home and being dreadfully tired at work on Monday.

Yesterday I tried to purchase some sensible work-type shoes that are waterproof as it transpires that all my other shoes are not waterproof and this is irksome. But, you know how it is when you actually need something and have the cash - couldn't find shoes that fitted EXCEPT gold sparkly dancing heels which I thought 'Fuck it, I want those' and they were on sale so it makes it okay, but the shop had bloody lost the left shoe of the pair. Oh the cruelty of this situation. So I bought a jacket instead. I sort of needed that as well.

And then I bought a flight home so will be getting to NZ on 25 November.

The new American workmate is settling in well. We have adjusted mostly to the fact that he is a little bit louder than we are used to, and so fucking happy all of the time, which we are still coming to terms with. Clare in design was so suspicious when he asked how she was early one morning, that she turned to him and demanded to know what he wanted. Learning curves for all. His teeth are not nearly white and straight enough though, which leads me to believe that perhaps he spent his teenage years outside of the States as I thought it was mandatory for all Americans to get their teeth done at this stage in their lives. When he leaves the office he says goodbye to all of us by name. And just that little bit louder than what the English deem necessary. I helped him make his first cup of tea - he looked flummoxed at the potential addition of milk. And he told us that he proposed to his wife after watching the Matrix. The poor thing is about to inherit some of my nastiest books, which I was going to try and get as nice as possible before I left but the imp inside says it'll be a good learning curve for him if I don't.

This weekend - it's looking all nice and empty. Which means I can spend that time waiting for Ben to update his blog instead of complaining that I don't update this one nearly enough.