Going for a walk with her favourite teddy and mini-stroller, I discovered that Anne does pay attention to what I do.
This is her re-positioning teddy and she also frequently stopped to ‘check’ on him and stroke the top of his head. Aw, bless her heart.
An email I received today read as follows:
[Removed] is having a tie up promotion with the bloggers to reward your loyal followers with an attractive discounts on any travel insurance that they buy through your website. We will provide a hyperlink for your website. It will also spike more traffic into your website. Please kindly revert if you are interested and I will be glad to follow you through this process.
Thank you and have a great day ahead.
[Name and email address removed]
So let’s count the problems with this email.
- Dear Blogger? Do a mail merge and use my name at least.
- ‘… a tie up promotion with the bloggers’ is a seriously awkward phrase. Sounds a bit kinky, even.
- ‘… an attractive discounts’? Really? How did you get this job without a basic grasp of grammar?
- How exactly will my linking to your website ‘spike more traffic into’ mine? I foresee the main beneficiary of a bunch of blogs linking to your site being your company.
- What will I ‘revert’ to if I’m interested? A younger, more gullible self?
- I’m honestly not sure how you can run this promotion if you intend to follow — not guide — me through the process of being a sucker and giving you an inbound link.
I’m too sleep deprived to even pretend to suffer fools gladly, so please come up with something more thought-out and I won’t make fun of you next time.
1½ cups plain flour
Preheat your oven to 200°C (190°C fan). Sift the flours, baking powder, salt, and cayenne pepper into a large bowl. Add the cheese and spring onions. Mix the egg, milk, and vegetable oil in a separate bowl or measuring cup. Add it to the dry ingredients and mix with a fork. When it gets a bit annoying, switch to your hands, but don’t over-work it.
Sprinkle a little maize flour on your work surface and turn the dough out on it. I don’t have a suitable pastry cutter, so I pressed the dough into a rough circle about two cm thick and cut it into eight wedges. If you have a cutter, use it. Place them, a couple of centimetres apart, on some baking parchment, which is already on a baking tray.
Bake for 15-20 minutes. Serve warm with butter.
I overheard a woman at the bus stop a couple of days ago, acknowledging she was overweight and needed to do more. When I looked at her, I did think, “Not by today’s standards!”
A lot of my time at Lower Shaw Farm is spent stopping Anne from chasing the ducks.
Just a couple of things:
- We’re bummed that we won’t get to see Soundgarden and Nine Inch Nails touring together in Toronto. We’ll be in the city in the summer, just not then.
- I just watched Juno again last night. What a great film. However, I’m slightly concerned to realise that I still dress like an indie 16-year old. I’m not sure I will ever make the effort to change my everyday ‘style’, if you could call it that.
But a lot less fun.
On a cold winter’s day where Anne napped for so long she missed all her friends at the park: