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Two posts on my blog in one year? And it's only April?! Who even am I?! (Yes, the bar is low 🤣)
By the way I have a new favourite opera 🤣
Text reading '2 perfectly balanced movements. 1st quite homophobic'
Felt inspired enough to write a review last night. Started tippy-tapping little notes on my phone between pieces. Autocorrect chose violence. 🤣
Ah yes, just the expert we need to judge appearances of idiocy. A guy who clearly still thinks 69 is peak humour. 👌😒
Alexa will not play Beethoven for me. At least not specific pieces. She'll play me Symphony No. 5 o'r anything not by Beethoven and that's it. 😉😉😉
I have been very effectively ticking Britten operas off of my bucket list this past year. Death in Venice and Turn of the Screw ✅, Peter Grimes upcoming in 2025 (twice because I was overenthusiastic).
Now debating whether it would be OTT to go for Albert Herring next year as it's in Manchester. 😏
Introduce yourself with your worst feedback from school:
Hi, I’m Tania and you shouldn’t let me collect your composition work because the tutor says mine is ‘so bad I’m surprised she didn’t try to pass yours off as her own.’
I feel worse for the guys that got my order because theirs was all prepared meals and snacks. Mine was cat food, hot dog rolls and a tin of soup. 😅🤣
By this point I was past being upset and crying with laughter. And the only way to deal with it was for them to refund me and for me to keep the bag of not my groceries. So I have reordered my og order and my husband is going to eat like a king tonight because I have fancy ready meals for him. 🤣
Needless to say, it was not my order. Not only was it not my order, it was so not my order that I could eat a grand total of one (1) thing in the bag. After redialling the Tesco number A LOT because it comes up as busy (why don’t the have a queue?) I got through.
I’m trapped at home with vertigo and consequently very dependent on food deliveries. Ordered from Tesco and didn’t get a chance to check as it was on the doorstep and the driver got back in the car as I opened the door and the vertigo makes looking in a bag on my doorstep very tricky.
A fluffy black and white cat is surrounded by the pile of purple knitting she has curled up on top of.
Evie has sat on my wool and bites it if I try to pull any more out. Guess I'm just sitting here for now then. 😂
My current orchestral toxic trait is whispering 'noooooo' in the most posessed sounding manner possible when my desk partner plays through a break. I can't stop them from playing but also make myself look like the guilty party every time I do this and I can't stop! 😅
