I am so sorry
Why is the flat so difficult to clean? I've been at this since 8pm and still it vexes me with a misplaced magazine there, a coffee stain here. My flatmate's in China for the next week or so, which should mean naked weekends and being a complete, unabashed slob, except I was feeling nostalgic for Christmas and somehow invited my mum and brother over. They arrive at 10am tomorrow, which means yet another day of no lie-in. Waah. :(
Anyway, I wanted to be really nice and get them some fresh, freeeesh seafood from La Boqueria. I left work early (ignoring the baleful eye of my colleague because screw you, I've worked too many hours off the clock this week) and trundled to the market. I bought oysters at a bargain price, razor clams, prawns and... goose barnacles. A handful of them.
'Trente-dos,' said the woman at the stall.
'Okay!' I said cheerfully, thinking that thirteen Euros was a bit much, but it was a special occ...how much did she say?
'Trente-dos.'
I PAID THIRTY-TWO EUROS FOR A HANDFUL OF BARNACLES. I don't even really know what to do with them! They just look cool. I could have scraped them off the pier in Llandudno and saved myself a hella lot of money.
Now, I'm over the shock, really. *Grr*. But I have another dilemma: see, I stored the seafood as instructed by the internets, except that the razor clams keep peeking out. 'Tap the shell gently,' said the internets, 'and you'll know they're okay.'
So that's what I did and they pulled back in. Then I realised that they pulled back in because they're alive, just like the oysters and it's like a horror film for them and I'm being like the evil witch from Hansel and Gretel, leaving them to wait pitifully overnight for my relatives to come and chomp on them. This, their last fishy night on this planet. I thought I was superior and humane because I didn't buy the live lobsters or the soft-shell crabs that the Catalans boil alive, but I'm just as bad! I can't just dump them and let them be free in the nearest river or on Villa Olimpica beach, but nor can I let my mum know they're alive or she'll go mental at me. And every time I go to the fridge, one is poking out from its container and I tap it gently. It pulls back in and the pang of guilt gets worse every. single. time. ;_;
Anyway, I wanted to be really nice and get them some fresh, freeeesh seafood from La Boqueria. I left work early (ignoring the baleful eye of my colleague because screw you, I've worked too many hours off the clock this week) and trundled to the market. I bought oysters at a bargain price, razor clams, prawns and... goose barnacles. A handful of them.
'Trente-dos,' said the woman at the stall.
'Okay!' I said cheerfully, thinking that thirteen Euros was a bit much, but it was a special occ...how much did she say?
'Trente-dos.'
I PAID THIRTY-TWO EUROS FOR A HANDFUL OF BARNACLES. I don't even really know what to do with them! They just look cool. I could have scraped them off the pier in Llandudno and saved myself a hella lot of money.
Now, I'm over the shock, really. *Grr*. But I have another dilemma: see, I stored the seafood as instructed by the internets, except that the razor clams keep peeking out. 'Tap the shell gently,' said the internets, 'and you'll know they're okay.'
So that's what I did and they pulled back in. Then I realised that they pulled back in because they're alive, just like the oysters and it's like a horror film for them and I'm being like the evil witch from Hansel and Gretel, leaving them to wait pitifully overnight for my relatives to come and chomp on them. This, their last fishy night on this planet. I thought I was superior and humane because I didn't buy the live lobsters or the soft-shell crabs that the Catalans boil alive, but I'm just as bad! I can't just dump them and let them be free in the nearest river or on Villa Olimpica beach, but nor can I let my mum know they're alive or she'll go mental at me. And every time I go to the fridge, one is poking out from its container and I tap it gently. It pulls back in and the pang of guilt gets worse every. single. time. ;_;