Sometimes it seems like I write the same damned thing over and over again (generally about the losing ways of my beloved Highlanders, the poor befuddled dears). But then some times it seems the same things happen over and over - the Highlanders lose, I make a frock or maybe some jewellery.
But this week so far has been quite unusual compared to the weeks we generally have. Yesterday David bought a new toaster, which is definitely a once-off in his life as our former toaster had been in his family since 1971:
Goodbye, devout and faithful toaster! You delivered us all our bread-related treats and tried to teach me that all orange kitchen accessories aren't the work of the devil!
Sadly it was time for Old Reliable to be retired as it was shorting out the power supply. In it's stead we have a lovely chrome curvy toaster with an "integrated bun warming rack", which sounds ... fascinating.
Last night we went to Blackbird for dinner - Blackbird is one of my favourite places on Cockle Bay and while I still have reservations about their service I love the food there. Caesar salad with king prawns, oh my, oh yes.
Then we went to see Red Cliff which was showing at the State Theatre as part of the film festival. We arrived to find the queue wrapped around the block, and after waiting for about 10 minutes we were told that the starting time would be delayed by about half an hour. Did I mention it was absolutely bloody freezing in that queue? With the wind screaming down the CBD wind-tunnel?
Very grumpily David and I went to a dodgy pub to get out of the wind. We talked about maybe not going back - there was no way they were going to fit that amount of people into the theatre quickly, it was late, we were cold, we could see it at the Dendy later. But we went back and although the queue was even longer it started moving quite quickly. In a few minutes we were inside the lovely old theatre, we were toasty-warm, the seats were comfortable, all was right with the world.
Then a woman came on stage to introduce the movie, and instead introduced John Woo!! I tell you what, I was squeee-ing like a teenaged fangirl. I didn't actually know he was going to be at the screening (probably because I don't listen, concentrate or pay attention) so that was a very cool surprise.
Red Cliff was amazingly awesome and fantastic, by the way - well worth a look.
Oh, and another thing that happened this week which doesn't usually happen: I got assaulted. While riding home on the bus the other night some teenaged girl punched me in the face. Twice. It all seems to be a case of girls acting badly (as opposed to someone wanting to punch me, specifically, in the face); the police came round and took a statement and my face is pretty much fine.
While I'm always open to a bit of variety in my week I draw the line at physical violence. Although our cat bit the policeman, so that was a tiny bit funny.
And here's something else that hardly ever happens: Mr Puss, slayer of policemen, naps on the black sofa:
I guess if you really want a cat to sleep on a sofa you need to cover it with fabric scraps.