Well it's Thursday morning and we all know what that means: nothing of any real significance.

I have a weekend approaching of carol services. : ( I'm just not feeling Christmassy right now. How can I, with all these dirty deadlines looming for large pieces of college work? THIS IS NOT GOOD.

I was happily listening to one of my favourite songs just there, The Wrong Bananas (all about a poor baby orangutang who made a mistake), which you can listen to here, when housemate M DEMANDED WITH RAGE that I turn it off as "she can't concentrate". So she's trying to write a lecture, big deal. How could you be put off by this?

I bought the wrong bananas when I went off to the shop
I thought they were bananas but the man told me they're not
I was so shocked when he said that I just said "that's ok"
He looked at me like a baboon and I paid and went away

I bought the wrong bananas!
(I bought, I bought, I bought the wrong bananas!)
I bought the wrong bananas!

Now I have to "get dressed and go to college" because my husband and housemates say so. Bastards. With their jobs and their money and their great big lustrous heads of hair. I'll show them.