The art of curry

Brick lane curry in all it's overeating glory, was experienced last night. It did also win the award for worst artwork hanging in a public place. Chunky tapistries are best kept in the homes of hobbyist and not framed alongside your chicken tika.
There was some beer drunk and popodums munched. This was a celebration of the last evening in wonderland for Mr Lexifab and co. They have been most entertaining. We wish them a boring journey home.

Three years today

Three years today since I married my amazing, sexy, wonderful lover man. Dave is my sun and my moon, without him there are overcast skies and fluorescent lighting.

Marriage rocks.

Alixkid in la la land

One of the side effects of my job is that I get a free day in la la land once a week. Every two weeks if I am lucky. I wake up at 3am, I work for the man till 8 or sometimes 11. Then I am free to visit la la land for the rest of the day. I am afraid to leave my house in case I forget how to cross the road. Or find myself running from shop attendants who dare to notice me. Today I made hommus and printed some photos of china. I forgot that hommus contains garlic. But I remembered "5% at a time" when enlarging in photoshop. I did wash the dishes, though I made a mess with the hommus. And I am cooking roast chicken. But I can't quite finish the changes to my CV that I started. That is too difficult, even though I founds some brilliant sounding jobs to send it to.

Skipping school

I gave my office a bunk excuse and skipped to the Cotswolds with the Dynamic Threesome. We hung at stone henge , chompped cheese in cheddar and Lunched with lords in palatial gardens. School is for nerds and sissys.