Ugh. Mornings are getting grosser and grosser, and work getting less and less inviting . . . I've been trying to coast on yesterday's 'good news' that I'm not not in the running for a place at Eur0pol but that's not cutting it. My mum came through town from England last night and I gave her some re-assurance about the crazy lifestyle decisions I'm about to make, which was a good exercise for me - I ended up reassuring myself as well as her - but we were both left with the wish things would just fucking work out, like, tomorrow.
Anyways, it was good to spend some fun time with the kids at the family dinner last night. I suppose if most of my money starts coming from working with them, the fun won't be there in the same way, and once in a supervisory capacity all those young bones I've been so cheerful about picking up and throwing around in a jolly aunty type way are going to suddenly seem so much more fragile. So I'm enjoying that while I can.
Must dash and catch up on all the work I haven't been doing. Before I do, there was something else I wanted to point out - blue cheese and green grapes make the most intense flavour combination. Like, some good sweet green grapes - organic (which does make a huge taste difference here, since grapes are so watery and artificially fertilizing them might make them bigger and more inviting, but also dilutes the taste fatally until they're just pale sugary blobs) - just stuck and covered with a creamy, rich, stinky blue cheese. A tear came to my eye while I was eating it. A tear of joy. The last time I cried with joy was when I was slathering fresh foie gras on to fresh baguette after eating 24 fresh oysters, and that was almost a year ago now. So run; run to the cheese/organic produce store. Run. I'll make you an emergency phone call to get you out of whatever situation you're in that doesn't involve eating blue cheese and green grapes.