Thursday, July 26, 2007

Pointless Warnings

I am finding it inordinately humorous that one of the things I read on Thursdays always concludes with "you are not authorized to read this page". Yes, concludes with. Tiny print at the bottom of the page.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007


I mis-read the title of an earlier post. Thought it said naked flan. Which isn't a bad idea when you think about it. I was just concerned because I had no recall of naked custard at all. I'm ok now. Pretty much.

Naked Fan

For a blog entitled sex and the hamlet, there is an awful lot of nudity and a total absence of sex. Which is how it is going to be, I'm afraid. There are things one just does not discuss in public.

Nudity, though - given the ridiculous temperatures we're suffering from, there is going to have to be a lot of discussions on the topic of nakedidity.

As a side note, now that I've mentioned the heat, I am yet again wishing that the dress code for a day at the office was undies and a big T-shirt. I would even agree with the addition of socks, once the snow starts to fly. But I digress. My apologies.

I just wanted to tell you that no matter how quickly you go from hot shower to lying on the bed with a fan running on high, you still can't fall asleep before your body figures 0ut that the feeling of coolness was just an illusion.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Naked Delivery

Someone in a delivery van was trying to park in my space when I came back to the office from lunch today. I went over to them to tell them that one of the spaces was free because a co-worker is on vacation leave today. What I didn't count on was having to add "and please put some clothes on".

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Off to Ascot.

Apparently I learned nothing about buying what I don't need. You know some of my weaknesses, but did you know I love hats? Because I do. I have a small collection of usefull winter hats, and one usefull out-in-the-garden summer hat.

I also have what could almost be classified as a Victorian cartwheel hat. I wore it once. But it only cost me a buck (because who in their right minds buys a cartwheel hat these days?), so that is ok. It sits on a shelf in my closet because that is the only place it will fit.

I also had two totally awesome summer hats. The type you wear to tea with the queen or to Ascot. One I bought in Quebec on a visit home - how can you go to Quebec and not buy something haute couture? - the other I bought in Sidney, British Columbia. Because the store was closing and it was an amazing deal!

I had I have three. Because yesterday I bought a blue hat in the same class as the first two. Because one of the hats I have is black, and the other is cream. So I needed a blue one, right? And it was about a third of the cost of what a hat usually costs, fancy hats being notoriously expensive.

So now I have three Sunday-go-to-meeting hats. The queen has yet to invite me to tea, Taste of Regina no longer exists (the only place one can wear such a hat in public) and I can't afford Ascot. I'm going to have to start wearing the hats to church. Might as well go whole hog and get a pair of short white gloves. If one doesn't have to time travel to 1945 to find a pair.

Friday, July 13, 2007

Huzzah for Me

Working partly with the public as I now do I have discovered something: I'm a hit with the old guys. Old guys who apparently think it is hip to say things like "now what's a pretty gal like you working here for?"

I'd have a long line of beaux if I was interested in old guys and skinny creepy young socially inept guys.

Monday, July 09, 2007

Still not title ability. Perhaps I should look into that. But first mysteries first. And the mystery I want to solve is the puzzle of the water in the bathroom.

In one of the two stalls in the women's bathroom (yes, it is relevant that it is not the men's room) there is water droplets all over the floor. I'm assuming it is water and not anything more unpleasant because the entire wall facing the toilet is also covered in drops of liquid. There is nothing on the ceiling. Nothing on any of the other walls. Nothing on the toilet tank or seat. Just the floor and the one wall. So what is going on?

My supervisor (because I told the two women in the office next to the bathroom. How could I not?) says that "toilets just spray sometimes". I'm having a hard time believeing that. And I don't really want to believe it either. Bidets spraying yes, toilets no.

Any ideas? thoughts?
I dont' seem to be able to type a title for this post. Which is perhaps a good thing, all things considered.

I thought that I was ok with being single - particularly when I listen to some of the stories that married/attached friends tell. But it has occured to me that I think I should go out on a date or two to save my sanity. And what has made me question my sanity you ask? I was re-filing photographs at work and found myself thinking "Gee, Forget is a bit of a fox, isn't he?".

Great, the guys been dead how long? 102 years? Yeah, I need to get out more.