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May. 22nd, 2011 01:14 pmMy morning was swept aside by the Conflux cookbook. My part in it has to be done before I leave, so this is a good thing, I think.
The reason there is doubt is because it's all fiddly stuff at this stage. Fiddly stuff (mostly making sure the formatting of recipes doesn't differ too markedly from one to the next) leaves my mind just enough alone so that it actively seeks mischief. My most recent thought is that I need to find my distant London kin. They so need to to make contact with my family. I won't tell them about all the good things we've done over the last one hundred and fifty years, but I will certainly wax enthusiastic about Lemon and his convict soul (even though he was never transported and even though he died a free man, in his own bed, three years after the trial). In fact, I shall make a collection of family stories that will make these theoretical distant cousins of mine hide themselves and pretend that they have no Australian kin.
Fortunately for these distant relatives, I don't know them. Also fortunately for them, I won't have much free time in London. And unfortunately for me, I am perfectly respectable, if one excepts my sense of humour, so even if they met me, they would probably survive the experience. I shall wear black all today, in mourning for non-existent opportunities to upset perfect strangers.
The reason there is doubt is because it's all fiddly stuff at this stage. Fiddly stuff (mostly making sure the formatting of recipes doesn't differ too markedly from one to the next) leaves my mind just enough alone so that it actively seeks mischief. My most recent thought is that I need to find my distant London kin. They so need to to make contact with my family. I won't tell them about all the good things we've done over the last one hundred and fifty years, but I will certainly wax enthusiastic about Lemon and his convict soul (even though he was never transported and even though he died a free man, in his own bed, three years after the trial). In fact, I shall make a collection of family stories that will make these theoretical distant cousins of mine hide themselves and pretend that they have no Australian kin.
Fortunately for these distant relatives, I don't know them. Also fortunately for them, I won't have much free time in London. And unfortunately for me, I am perfectly respectable, if one excepts my sense of humour, so even if they met me, they would probably survive the experience. I shall wear black all today, in mourning for non-existent opportunities to upset perfect strangers.