Monthly Archives: September, 2008
On the iPhone
“Sorry,” MindReader says, after calling me back. “My phone died again.” “Hm,” I say. “I’m upgrading soon to an IPHONE, you can have my old phone.” “Thanks,” he says. “I don’t love you enough to give you my iPhone.” “No, I know.”
Conversations most spouses have on their way home from work
“And what did you have for lunch?” I say to MindReader on the phone. He is driving home from work to Shrewsbury for the weekend. “I had a duck wrap,” he says. “And what did you eat?” I giggle. MindReader laughs, and then quacks and claps a kind of rap to me which is impossible …
On speaking entirely in our own language most of the time
“What are you doing?” I say as I come out of the steamy bathroom, wrapped in a towel. MindReader is wearing jeans, a t shirt, and a tie. “I’m trying to tie a Windsor knot,” he says, as he wraps the tie around and around a knot. “I see,” I say. “When I bought that …
Illness update
The bus and I became acquainted early last year, when it was always late and always raining. I waited for it in Spring rains, when I didn’t know what to do about MindReader, and during Summer sunsets, when the world was glittering again. I got the bus again today, I have sort of missed it
How well mindreader knows me
“Mmm,” I say, spooning another mouthful of yoghurt, raspberries, chopped banana and sultanas into my mouth. MadFather raises his eyebrows and resumes watching his film. “You eating again?!” MindReader says, coming into the front room with the ironing board. It is true we had a roast and pudding about two hours earlier. “Yep, I’m a …
Sorry for not updating, emailing-readers, I went away!!
That’s the thing about being ill. People find it interesting. MindReader and I are on our first night out with his friends since December. He is parking the car whilst I totter down an alleyway with his friend. We have been to three pubs. Three pubs! I am wearing stilettos, and make up and do …
I suspect he’s deadly serious
“We have got to do something about these lights,” MindReader says to me. It is midnight and we are spooning in bed. I roll over and see that MindReader has a glowing leaf on his left eye. The leaf lights are a tacky and treasured addition to our bedroom. I bought them in Portobello market …
I have just opened CD1 of 5 and am having trouble pronouncing Ciao.
“I’ve had enough,” I say irrationally as MindReader walks in through the door. He makes an mmming noise and presses his lips to mine. “I’ve done washing, made meatballs, done ironing and I’m still bored,” I say. He nods, an arm around my shoulders. “I’m not having babies. I’ve done my year’s maternity leave. Just …
The new shoes help
It has been quite a week. After 3 months of misery and unemployement, MadFather has finally found a job. It’s temporary and it doesn’t quite pay enough, but we’re thinking about that in December. MindReader moved in (good) and started his job (good. for him.). I conveniently forgot what an effect MindReader becoming a lawyer …
According to MindReader it doesn’t taste ‘all that bad’.
“I’m going to bake an apple pie,” I say to MadFather. “And – bake my own pastry.” “Blimey,” he says, following me into the kitchen. We do it in three stages, with lying down time for me. And let me tell you, it is very stressful to have to leave a disaster to go and …
