all pie, all the time

im a dirty bitch.  for lunch yesterday i had half a banoffee pie and a coffee.  thats just filth.

co-incidentally yesterday trish from my work bought me in a fish pie for my dinner.  she made it herself.  its got scallops in and everything.  

trsh is a star.  shes in her 60s and quite the random missy.  the other week we were talking about indian food (which i love).  out of no where she announces "i make good pavarottis".  she makes... fat dead italian opera singers....?  and eats them...? maybe i should not eat the pie after all.

other quotes of randomness from her.

"i wish i was on the beach in spain drinking champange and eating bread"

"id love a glass of shampoo right now"

"how are you paula?"  (my name is katie, theres not even anyone at my work called paula)

theres more but i cant bloody remember them! frick!