Bean Curry

I can honestly say I excelled myself by making the most disgusting bean curry with curdled yoghurt in the whole world today. Popping mustard seeds, black cumin seeds, red hot chile powder, garlic, spinach and tomato in an insipid and watery sauce. It was so horrible that even Colgate can't help.
Sometimes I hit a key that makes italics but which one is it?

Seeing Red

I would like to rant along with my fellow blogger today too. About a month ago I ordered online via a very well know Spanish store...I ordered a television to replace the box we have which has green lines flashing across it or red dots depending on the time of day. It is also the size of a small tank and for once in my life I am in the position of actually buying something I don't need. I needed the guitarlele.
So a couple of weeks later I get an email saying the order would be delayed a little because the store had not received them yet. Then a couple of weeks later another email saying regrettably there was another delay and the television would arrive in the first fortnight of May...possibly. Then today an email saying the order had been cancelled but thanks so much for thinking of them. So, I emailed back and asked why the order had been cancelled? So they wrote back and said my bank in Scotland had denied the transaction. So I rang my bank who said we can't tell you anything. You have to ring the number on the back of the credit card. So I rang that and listened to half a Beethoven Symphony and spoke to a very nice lady who said there's no problem at all with the card and there's no sign the Spanish store had ever been in contact about the transaction in the first place. So I emailed the Spanish company back and explained that it was a little strange that my credit is as trustworthy as Queen Elizabeth and would they please explain. I don't know why I bothered really. Deep down I know they never had that model of television delivered from their suppliers. I'll just have to stick with the epilepsy inducing thing we have now.

Paco told the man from Morrocco that Henry is here. News travels fast in this town. I saw the invisible wife in an outside bar this morning supping a beer at nine in the morning. I wonder if she saw me? Is that the sound of swords being sharpened, I hear?

The Invisible Wife

Henry and his invisible wife have arrived next door today. Their central heating is rumbling on and off. Nearly everyday a nice man from Morrocco cycles by to claim the money they owe him for painting their house during their last visit. Everyone on the street, in fact, has a little pact to let him know the minute Henry shows up.
That, and taking into consideration that the local police are always asking if anyone has seen the invisible wife, should make for an interesting stay.
They always sleep in the day and surface in the evening and she never goes outside. Rumours abound of she maybe stabbed her first husband and she never divorced before she targeted and married Henry. Just like Coronation Street.
Anyway, the above drawing is of what Henry might look like should the bicycle man slay him with a sword. I hope I have managed to express a look of slight disbelief on Henry's face.

Party On

Mammoth thunderstorm at seven in the morning. No electricity for hours. Then it came on...then it went off...then it came on here but not at Alice's house...off next door in reiki master house, on here. Off at Paco's office but on in his flat and so on. It's just merely blowing a hurricane here and I have to get up at six thirty tomorow!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xco973frlJY

The link is to maintain a healthy heartbeat.