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Weirdness thing of Friday. I get a message on my voicemail from Caro saying "Hi Calli, it's Caro, please give me a call I want to talk to you, it is SOOOO not about work." Ok, I give her a call. She blurts out: "Hi Calli, I've heard you're a wiccan wicth!" I am, literally, speechless. I go "Um. Er... Um... Uh....Yeah... I guess...er....ahhhh...." and she burbles on happily about how she has a couple of books, and would like to have a chat. I'm like.... "Um... er... I'm not wiccan... er... kind of solitairy eclectic... I read lots and keep the good bits and make up the rest.... er..." See, that's what happens when you get pissed at your going away party and then come back the monday afterwards. Not that I'me xactly subtle about my fat chick on a string, but seriously. It's so weird. I've heard of people having someone do this to them before, but huh??? Anyways, it continues. "Um...maybe we should go somewhere for a chat..." I suggest, since I know the woman in the next cubicle can hear things when I'm *whispering* abuse at people. So we're going to have lunch on Tuesday. With KS. "Oh!" Caro goes. "Is KS into that sort of thing to?" Tie me to a rock and watch the screaming begin. *Um, no...she just understands... er... about me..." "Ok," says Caro chirpily. "I'm into the whole thinking positive for people and white light and stuff." Now I know someone has tied me to a rock and I'm screaming. "Ah... good...." And the most amusing thing of all - her "couple of books" is exactly that. Two. One is a beginners guide to wicca, and the other is something similar. I'm scared already.
Went to Bunbury. Had a few glasses of wine with Cheshire's parents and their best friends, and some self saucing chocolate pudding and icecream. Plus Chesh's mum had made the Beggars Chicken from the red Chinese Cookbook (the womans' day one.) If you're going to make it, you need to treble or even quadruple the marinade; the chicken was nice, but tasteless. After four hours of cooking and then finding a hammer suitable to use for food, J was extremely dissapointed, and R kept suggesting they buy a chook from Red Roosters on the way home next time instead. *grin*
