Little snippets

Daughter messages me to say they can't come to a barbecue because they're going to see unicorns.
'Unicorns?' I say.
I tell Husband. 'Oh yes,' he says knowingly.
I tell Younger Son. 'Oh yes,' he says.

How does everyone except me know about the unicorns?

Husband mentions that Amy's house suffered flooding. 'I didn't know that,' I say.
Husband says, 'Elder Son told us.'
'I must have missed that conversation. I was probably playing with children.'
'You're better at talking to children than to adults,' Husband says.

That's probably why I never know what's going on.

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A homeless man in Zac's commented on my good tan. If a homeless man comments it must be getting good. Either that or he's just more used to my normal deathly pallor.

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Checking the meaning of pallor (paleness) in the dictionary I came across the word, shigella. What a pretty word, I thought. Then I read the meaning. A rod-shaped bacterium in particular one that causes dysentery.

That doesn't stop it being a pretty word though. As Shakespeare said, 'A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.' (Okay, not entirely sure that's apt here but you get my gist.)

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Our brief heatwave aka summer has been replaced today by grey clouds. Thunder is forecast for the weekend, which is coincidentally Radio One's Big Weekend, which brings stars including Ed Sheeran to the city. (He, Taylor Swift - who is a women despite her name - and George Ezra are the only ones I've heard of.) Fifty thousand people are attending. And it's a bank holiday giving us good reason to stock up with food and settle ourselves in the house/garden for the weekend.