Kebab

I'm a sucker for kebab, but there are kebab's and kebab's and I still have to find a good place to buy it. Nevertheless, after having donated half a liter of blood today, I thought I give myself a treat and so went to the place I always go to. I really have to stop. Since the change of owners, they have degraded into a cheapo place. I'm not talking about money, but the way they prepare it.

Four hours later I could still feel the raw onion taste in my mouth. Not good.

But luckily enough I was invited to the neighbours tonight, for a good glass of wine. Or two. Thing is I cannot stay there very long, with their two kids being around and very loud. But cunning as I am, I go for a smoke now and then, and being a friendly couple, one of them always comes with me. Then a real conversation can take place, not involving children.

Anyway, they are going away for some time on holiday, and I have to feed their killing fish. The fish that kills anything else coming into the aquarium. I'm thinking to introduce "it" (fish still doesn't have a name, even though one kid said "Wanda") to my cats. There's a thought!