October 2005 - Of Peanuts and Tuesdays

Monday, October 03, 2005

Peanuts - evil, evil!

I have a VERY severe peanut allergy.

This can really sway the balance of power when it comes to younger siblings growing up. I used to enjoy older sister privileges, like teasing my younger sister, getting the best toys, watching what I wanted on TV, until she learned about my allergy. Then as soon as my mum wasn't around she would chase me round the house with a spoonful of peanut butter until I had to lock myself in the toilet until my mum came back. She still laughs about that now. She is now 27. Grrrr.

If you've got a million allergies like me then you may be as irritated as I am when everyone in films or on TV with allergies is portrayed as a prissy, straight-laced fussy pants. Well, excuse me if I think that asking whether something has nuts in it is marginally less rude than collapsing in a wheezing blue crumpled heap at the dinner table. The paramedics arriving tends to be a bit of a conversation stopper (believe me, I know this to be true) - but a good way to end the evening abruptly - if a little drastic.

Oh, and by the way yes I have heard every possible joke about being allergic to nuts - har bloody har.

Do you remember choclate covered sweets called Revels with all different fillings? My friend (who also has a peanut allergy) and I call eating them Revel roulette. The Deerhunter would have been quite a different film if I was directing.


Tuesday, October 04, 2005

I declare this Tuesday null and void.

It is a rubbish Tuesday - again.

I appear to have left my brain somewhere under my duvet - which, coincidentally, is almost exactly where I left all of the important papers that I needed for work this morning. I only discovered this fact when I sat down at my desk to continue working on them and had to take a taxi home to get them then come back to the office.

As I said, rubbish.

Tuesday is a rubbish day of the week anyway. None of the optimism of a Monday, without the promise of the weekend to come that a Wednesday brings. Tuesdays are the teatime of the soul - without cake or scones. Poo to Tuesdays. Do away with them I say!

I declare today to be Wednesday Part 1. Who is with me?