Monthly Archives: February, 2008
First exam went well then
I arrive down in the canteen at college. It is empty. “You okay love?” CanteenLady says. “No,” I say, my throat tight. “I just walked out of my first exam because I’m not well enough to sit. And I don’t have my purse and they won’t let me back in to get it.” It’s strange …
But now I have to read a commercial lease :(
Oh, Bloggers, last night MindReader cooked and it was fabulous. I was even in a good mood despite having locked myself in the doctor’s and been told by the doctor that I should be over glandular fever by now. He cooked: Melon with Parma Ham Poncy Chicken And Glorious Eton Mess (aka. meringue, with some …
If you leave a comment, do not tell me I have ME!
“Hello,” Chris – a Very Old Home Friend – says, giving me a cursory pat on the arm. I let him into the house, going immediately to fill the kettle. “I heard a rumour,” he says, raising an eyebrow, “that you’re sick, so I bring you…” he says, opening a brown paper bag. “Grapes, more …
Apparently he’s right
“How was the insolvency class that I missed?” I say to A. “Boring,” he says. “And we didn’t have our usual tutor.” “Oh,” I say, “who did you have?” “This guy called Matt.” I swoon a little. “I love him.” A raises an eyebrow. “Really?” he says. “He’s so sarcastic though.” I look at him …
Writing just because I miss him
It is ten to four. MindReader is leaving at four. My eyes dart to the clock and back to him and he smiles and pulls me closer. We are on the sofa, my head on his chest, knees touching, his arms around my waist. His nose pushes through my hair to my ear. “I love …
Profound and then funny
I smile inwardly at a text from MindReader. “I have left a urinary sample bottle in your car!” I had text, meaning I had forgot to take it. “Thanks,” MindReader had replied, with a wink. “Look after him,” MadFather says, looking directly at me. “Huh?” I say. “What you and MindReader have,” MadFather says, sipping …
Where I use the art of punning MindReader has taught me so well
“Also,” I say to the pharmacist, “I need some verruca treatment.” It pains me to say it, it really does. How on earth I got a verruca in the period of my life where I have spent the least time with the general public is beyond me. “Oh, right,” she says, probably eyeing my suit. …
Winnie the pooh and animal planet – still ill
“Aah,” I say, sipping my tea and snuggling further into MindReader’s embrace as we watch Animal Planet. “A donkey.” He smiles. “I love donkeys,” I say. “They’re so much better than horses and ponies.” “Really, why?” “They have old eyes. And they’re so grumpy.” “How do you know that?” “Eeyore was a donkey because his …
