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Last night David was going out with a work visitor over from England so I decided to treat myself to an iced cappucino from Tim's and one of their strawberry chocolate mousse tarts. Yes, technically, I'm in the middle of one of my infrequent, ineffectual attempts to diet, after discovering I've put on four pounds somehow, but Even So.
I went to the drive through and gave my order.
"Hi! Can I have a small iced cappuccino, made with milk (dieting, see? Aren't I good? :-)), and a strawberry chocolate tart please?"
"Double chocolate?" Hmm, what? More chocolate? Sure!
"$1.92, drive through please."
Can't be right. So I look at the order display. One large tea and a donut. Oh-kay.
"No; that's not what I ordered. I'd like a cappuccino-"
"An iced one?"
Honey, this is Tim's not freaking Starbucks. You don't do any other kind. "Yes. Made with milk not cream, please."
"And a double choc donut."
"And a strawberry chocolate tart."
"We don't do them here."
"Well, forget that, then."
The order goes to zero and I frown, puzzled, but I drive through to wait for my iced cap. A voice bellows, "Oh she DOES want it!"
A which point I growled "Oh forget it!' and drove off in a snit.
Three hours writing soothed me until 11.00 when I decided to call it a night, only to hear my darling beloved come in. With the man from England and Steve, who works with him, but is a family friend we've known for years. House? Utter tip. Me? In a shorty nightie and a towelling robe.
"We've come back for coffee."
Yes, because everyone drinks coffee at midnight, dear.
I removed a pair of knickers (Lauren's I think) from the centre of the coffee table, rose to the occasion as one does, and played the hostess for a decent time before going to bed and leaving them to watch MP and the Holy Grail, the Lego version.
Email...hah. Still not working, so I decided, sod the recorded messages, I was going toshout at talk to a human. Turns out Rogers have joined with Yahoo and all email is now routed throught them. Hello? And you told us when? By email, madam.
Sent, wait for it, the day they implemented the changeover in servers and everything went kablooey ::head desk:;
He talked me through it and it's working, sort of, but I am Not Happy.
And we've decided to take a break from Secretary for today as we're all shattered.
And my friend heard my tale of woe and arrived with two SCTs for us to eat. Very yummy. Filled with chocolate mousse. I love her.
headrush100! Hope it's full of happy happenings! ::hugs and smooches::Last night David was going out with a work visitor over from England so I decided to treat myself to an iced cappucino from Tim's and one of their strawberry chocolate mousse tarts. Yes, technically, I'm in the middle of one of my infrequent, ineffectual attempts to diet, after discovering I've put on four pounds somehow, but Even So.
I went to the drive through and gave my order.
"Hi! Can I have a small iced cappuccino, made with milk (dieting, see? Aren't I good? :-)), and a strawberry chocolate tart please?"
"Double chocolate?" Hmm, what? More chocolate? Sure!
"$1.92, drive through please."
Can't be right. So I look at the order display. One large tea and a donut. Oh-kay.
"No; that's not what I ordered. I'd like a cappuccino-"
"An iced one?"
Honey, this is Tim's not freaking Starbucks. You don't do any other kind. "Yes. Made with milk not cream, please."
"And a double choc donut."
"And a strawberry chocolate tart."
"We don't do them here."
"Well, forget that, then."
The order goes to zero and I frown, puzzled, but I drive through to wait for my iced cap. A voice bellows, "Oh she DOES want it!"
A which point I growled "Oh forget it!' and drove off in a snit.
Three hours writing soothed me until 11.00 when I decided to call it a night, only to hear my darling beloved come in. With the man from England and Steve, who works with him, but is a family friend we've known for years. House? Utter tip. Me? In a shorty nightie and a towelling robe.
"We've come back for coffee."
Yes, because everyone drinks coffee at midnight, dear.
I removed a pair of knickers (Lauren's I think) from the centre of the coffee table, rose to the occasion as one does, and played the hostess for a decent time before going to bed and leaving them to watch MP and the Holy Grail, the Lego version.
Email...hah. Still not working, so I decided, sod the recorded messages, I was going to
Sent, wait for it, the day they implemented the changeover in servers and everything went kablooey ::head desk:;
He talked me through it and it's working, sort of, but I am Not Happy.
And we've decided to take a break from Secretary for today as we're all shattered.
And my friend heard my tale of woe and arrived with two SCTs for us to eat. Very yummy. Filled with chocolate mousse. I love her.