T.G.I. Friday

I vacuumed the flat yesterday. It's a little flat with no stairs, so it didn't take long. But there was a casualty.

I'd left my knitting in a tidy pile on the floor the night before, and I got a bit too close with the vacuum. I managed to extract it all, but the bamboo needle didn't make it. It could have been worse. A metal needle might have broken the vacuum!

One of Hugh's friends had his birthday dinner at T.G.I. Friday's. All day, I was excited about it. I felt a bit like I was going to Chuck E. Cheese for someone's birthday. I'm happy to report that T.G.I. Friday's is exactly the same on the other side of the planet, if not tackier than back home. Hugh ate a burger the size of his face and managed to earn the distinction of finishing it before anyone else finished their meal, despite the fact that half the table got their food 10 minutes before we got ours. Ain't he a catch?