tum-ble-chi (tmbl-k)
n.
Various tufts of white fur that break off from a white pomchi named Chi and waft upon the household draughts.
Thursday night and the ritual begins at our local Chinese restaurant.
Fortune cookies and chocolates arrive just after our tea is served. Tony mixes up the cookies on the plate and I select one. If the fortune seems to be ‘a message from the Universe’ or blogworthy, it ends up in a pocket or purse until it is found weeks, maybe months later, only to be discarded. Those deemed rubbish on the night end up on the plate with the screwed up wrappers—a quicker disposal process. There have been a few blogworthy fortunes but none of them ever seemed to make it to the blog. Until now ...
Wanted. Someone who can speak Dog. Some knowledge of a Chihuahua or Pomchi dialect is likely to be useful.
A couple of weeks ago, Tony wrote a blog about the four different Australian coin denominations we would require to efficiently make up every amount from 5c to 95c. But what if we only had a set of two or three coins?
If you are interested, see his post on MAFL Online, We Still Don't Need A 37-Cent Piece.
What four different coin denominations would we need in Australia to most efficiently make up the amounts between 5c and 95c (remembering that we round to the nearest 5c)?
Three weeks ago, Mum, Dad and I travelled 300 odd kilometres to Canberra, queued for two hours in the hot sun, then travelled back to Sydney. Why? To see the Masterpieces from Paris at the National Gallery.
Imagine ... It's late at night. You're surfing the Web—skimming the news, checking your e-mail, watching some YouTube. You enter some information for a weight analysis. A couple of minutes later your name comes roaring through the computer speakers.
“I want a word with you!”