Dear You,
As you may be aware, I find injections hilarious. And I had one yesterday; I managed to keep a straight face while the nurse was doing it- tremendously difficult- but the second I'd closed the door, I basically fell on the floor with mirth. It did get a couple of strange looks from passing doctors, but I'm not sure how much I care. It was rather lucky my mother was there to drive me home- I'm not sure how well I would've fared walking home cackling like a happy witch. She said it made a nice change; the last time she took my sister for a blood test, she passed out in the car park. Twice, I think. They retell the story quite a lot, with my mother having to haul my inert sister into her tiny Honda. Only one of them finds it funny- guess which one.
So I guess having fun at the doctor's (bet you'd never thought you'd hear that from anyone) was a brief consolation for the inevitable haircut later that day. I'm not a fan of the hairdresser's- having a stranger hack at something you've spent quite a while cultivating is a bit disappointing, to say the least. Also, I never have anything to say to the person performing this act; do I want to divulge my life story to this virtually unknown human being? I'm not great in social situations, in case you hadn't already gathered. Luckily though, this time my hair wasn't transformed into a stereotypical butch lesbian's. Phew.
Another strange thing that happened to me yesterday was what I had for tea- has anybody heard of 'pasta quills'? If you haven't, go and buy them now. They're like little porcupine spikes (hence the 'quills' part, obviously) but MADE OF PASTA. They were rather good, but they got me thinking- why are there different pasta types? They all taste the same! It's just that some are more difficult to eat than others- for instance, in Scarborough t'other day, I had some form of linguine with a tomato sauce, which I then proceeded to flick down the white shirt I was wearing. Admittedly, white was a mistaken colour choice, but I'm sure penne or those bows would have been more suitable for the task at hand.
Yours pasta-confusedly,
M.
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