205: Another Quiet Week

Yes, it’s been another quiet week.  No trauma, no incidents, no excesses, no problems  and no vets.  The two beans have had a cold and that seems to render them quiet, subdued …. and, if I’m honest, boring.  

I asm sure there is a happy medium between manic and moribund, between panic and peaceful.  I tried thinking of food analogies but all I could think of was to say my week has been kind ‘of parboiled’.  ……. semi-prepared for eating

I’m not sure how I know the word ‘parboiled’ since all my food is fully prepared and served cold - no cooking involved.

The cooking technique sounds intriguing - though I’m not sure why things might be parboiled.  Is it to save time later?

Interestingly, on reading the dictionary later - on the laptop - it seems parboiled is a corruption of the French word ‘parboillir’ which actually means ‘ thoroughly boiled’.  The English in their collective ignorance of other languages seem to have assumed that’ par’ was just a shortened version of ‘part’.

So, in a quiet week, I’ve actually managed to learn something.

A few more weeks like this and I could become officially clever.