Bartering, fish and sweet potatoes

No jokes about our electricity accounts going up. Just opened my July account and it has only doubled. WOnderfuckingful. Picked up Poobaroo today and headed to the video store. George, the young black guy behind the counter who James always teases- makes a big fuss of Christopher. Christopher eyes him suspiciously. I don't blame him as he once tried to thieve his dummy off him. Anyway, it is still so sweet the way George says to him- Ja you always look at me but you never greet me. Jy hou my dop. What is that in English? He's keeping an eye on you- I reply. I find the interaction between Christopher and George funny. Christopher will usually smile at anyone and George is always so sweet to him but Christopher just eyes him warily. Nothing at video store and hubby heading home from golf. Picking up fish and chips. We have a wonderful fish and chips shop just around the corner from us- with a pucker British couple that run it. Fish doesn't get wrapped in newspaper- but blotting paper so close enough. Anyway- you probably need an ice-pick to remove the cholesterol from your arteries after eating their slap chips and battered deep- fried fish. Reminds me of my to trip to the UK when I met James family overseas for the first time. He was very proud to take me to one of their fish and chip shops. I demanded that we tried everything (except the battered, deep fried Bar One which just seemed like a weird idea). I My baby monitor that is sitting on the table next to me just let out a loud bleep...does the paranoia ever go away? Now at least I'll take a swift pace to his room and put my hand onto him to check that he is still alive. The first few times the beep beep (to use the technical name for it) went off- I think that I would have beat Sea Biscuit in a race to get to his cot- with my heart galloping along at the same pace. so back to the UK fish and chips shop- I tried the battered mushy peas. Yuk. Yuk. Yuk to the power of 15 grillion. I don't recommend it. Hubby back with fish. Have tasked him with pouring wine while I finish off. Susan has invited me to a Ladies Night out entitled "Bringing Sexy Back"- apparently presented by a French Life Coach with a sense of humour and only for the over 18's. Looking forward to that. I was just saying to James last night- how nice it is to do things out of the ordinary. I don't know whether it is because we are approaching the silly season- but lately I have been to quite a few "different" things and really enjoyed them. I met a girl called Lara at a ladies breakfast and presentation on money management this week. She has her own company called Mavaric. She claims that marketing and advertising are dead and that going forward networking and relationships are what it is all about, that money will become obsolete as we all return to a bartering system. Anyone for the bonsai'ed sweet potatoes we pulled out of our garden today?