Where have all the vegetables gone?

[nineveh_uk]

My middle school had long assembly three times a week, on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. I quite enjoyed assembly, which wasn't that long even in its long format, and one got to sing. I did not, however, like all the hymns. Top of my "most hated" list was Where Have All the Flowers Gone. To this day I get irritated when hearing pre-pubescent female humans blamed for the first World War.

Nonetheless, when I opened the fridge tonight and discovered that the only green veg I possessed was a couple of leeks, I had to accept that the answer was that I had eaten them. I'm not sure how this happened, as there was a fair amount there on Saturday and I am not the sort of person who considers raw broccoli a delicious snack. But apparently it has. I don't mind leeks. Leeks are OK, particularly baked, but even raw. But I was looking for the courgette that was supposed to be in there.

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[azdak.livejournal.com]

Maybe this is why I am not cut out for parenthood.

It Is Not Just The Children. (She said, in tones of utter gloom)

[antisoppist.livejournal.com]

I want to go and live by myself on an island. I always did. I have no idea how I ended up in a house with four people who don't pick things up off the fucking floor (and leave the bloody electric fan running in the kitchen and radio 4 on when they turn out to have gone shopping).

You could have had Daughter willingly yesterday when she was screaming that she couldn't get dressed because she only had odd socks and couldn't look for any more because she had nothing on and socks have to go on first, obviously, otherwise the world will end, but this has resulted in an agremeent that she will do all her own washing so her socks are never mixed up with anyone else's and I have decided that there are benefits to being a useless housewife and a domestic failure.

[nineveh-uk.livejournal.com]

You need to be one of those rich celebrities who have two houses next door to each other. You live in yours, and the rest of the family live in theirs, and anything that anyone else puts on the floor in yours goes straight in the bin. Though I admit that it helps to have Helena Bonham Carter's income to achieve this desireable state of affairs.

I used to embroider little coloured tags inside my socks so I could tell which went with which. Then I discovered those socks with different coloured toes. Then I just bought loads and loads of completely black ones. Though I still sort them very carefully.

[antisoppist.livejournal.com]

It is a lifestyle to which I aspire. I quite fancied Sissinghurst where Vita Sackville-West had everyone living in separate barns or turrets. But we're doing pretty well to wangle separate bedrooms in a 3-bed house really, and with him going to bed when I get up, we are practically in parallel universes as it is. It would just be nice not to come down to a table covered in dirty mugs when I cleared it before I went to bed.