Monthly Archives: December, 2006
NB I am okay
Last night doctor-sister and I were driving back from Christmas Eve’s Eve at my Mum’s. The roads were pitch black and foggy, the mist tumbling over the nearby lakes. The speed limit was about 40. A car on the other side of the road overtook another car, doing about 90. It missed us by about …
So I’m going to put some weight on this Christmas
Just as my Dad and I reach the check out he turns to me. “Can you get a paper?” he says. “Which one?” “The Times, or the Telegraph.” “I’m not buying the Torygraph,” I say. “Fine,” he sighs. “The Guardian then.” Feeling tribumphant I wade through the Christmas shoppers. As I pass the freezers a …
FYI: I have since walked into a doorframe but Suzy says nose is probably not broken but is quite swollen
One of my Newcastle Unlces passes me the gravy. “And how is, er…” he says. “The fella. I will remember, hold on,” I open my mouth to say “Mike.” “George,” my Dad says. “Ah, George,” Newcastle Uncle says. “He’s fine,” my Dad says as I open my mouth again. “Got on a graduate engineering scheme.” …
Oww
My well-behaved foot is not being well behaved. One, the big toe now goes under the second toe. Two, it’s red and hurts to touch. Three, it hurts to walk. Not good. (FYI I had surgery on badly-behaved foot last year. It’s now fine and dandy with pins and the like)
Wherein Mike is unreasonable. Or is it me again?
On Friday Mike went to Coventry to stay at his friend’s house. All I know about this is that he was texting me (affectionate) gibberish by one in the morning. Naturally, on his return home, I thought Christmas shopping would be a good idea. I’d meet him in town off his train from Coventry, it …
I think he will be glad to live apart
Mike has a deadline tomorrow. Usually this involves him playing Muse at high volumes, drinking constant streams of tea and working all night. Tonight, though, he decided to come and work in my room on his laptop. All very well, you might think, since I am glued to my land law textbook. We didn’t particularly …
Point of view
“Dinner’s ready,” Mike says, popping his head over the banister. We’re at his parents’ house. I walk slowly out of his room and put my hands on his over the railing. “What’s the matter?” he says immediately. “Nothing.” “Are you worrying about work or next year?” “Next year,” I say, staring down. He pulls me …
