"You don't know what goes on here if you don't keep your ear to the ground"- Belles of St Trinians

There is a scene in an episode of Yes Minister which goes something like:

"Humphrey, what don't I know?"

"I don't understand, Minister. If you don't know what you don't know how can I?"

"Humphrey, there is something going on that I don't know. And I don't know what the right question is to ask you to find out what I don't know because I don't know it!"

Occasionally, this is a perfect reflection of my family life. So much nottalk and notspeak and yet surely at the same time one is expected to know what one doesn't actually know. And then puts one's foot into it. I would've been tailor made for the civil service if I wasn't uncouth and Northern. Inference is everything...and also spying.

In other news I thought of a decent idea for a fic. Unfortunately I then discovered that I was embedding far too much of myself into the character. As such I do not have a successfully written fic, but instead now posess the somewhat melancholy knowledge that, whilst I rarely actually consider Valentine's day, I now know exactly what I would like someone to do for me in order to spoil me on that particular day (take your minds out of the gutter, it involves a show, a meal, and a green carnation for my buttonhole. They were even selling green carnations in Morrisons yesterday. *sob*)