Monthly Archives: October, 2008
In addition to getting my hair cut, washing up, and cooking…! :)
MindReader and I are carving a pumpkin. We also did this last year, so obviously this year I had to do something different. “Don’t look don’t look don’t look,” I say, as MindReader peers at the laptop screen. “I’m using a template and I want you to guess what it is when I’ve carved it.” …
On getting better
I walk down the street briskly, having got cash out for the bus. I am on my way to get my fringe trimmed and it is cold. I turn the corner and a bitter wind stirs the leaves that line the street. My beautiful new coat swings around my thighs. I look over my shoulder …
On anxiety
“How are you then?” Friend says. “Fine,” I say, when I clearly am not. My nails leave half-moons in my palms. “Funny, my friend has chronic fatigue and she looks really well, too!” She says brightly. “I – er -”. I tilt my head to the side. I am beyond being offended. My heart thumps …
On the weekend
A yellow leaf slaps onto the car window. MindReader peers round it, turns on the wipers and squashes it. He sighs next to me, and I look over and am surprised by how old he sometimes looks. His hand drifts to my thigh after he changes gear and squeezes gently. The rain picks up, and …
Test
WELL. I am sorry about that. I have no idea what happened. I, too, got the random blank page and began contacting my hosts (who were RUBBISH). MadFather put my ftp details into an ftp thingy (technical term) and it all worked and last night I woke up at 5am and decided to try just… …
This one is for MindReader
I am wearing my beautiful new skirt and standing in a bar that is playing thumping music. It appears I cannot quite get enough of socialising now I can do it (a bit). “Billygean!” one of MindReader’s friends says. “It’s so good to see you.” “I know,” I smile, as he hugs me and I …
Musings and honesty in my relationship
“I am not going to leave you,” MindReader says, “but I don’t want to be in a relationship where we fight like this.” “What does that mean,” I say, my voice sharp, like lemons. His eyes snap open and then close again, a venus fly trap. “Nothing,” he says. “Just that I hate this.” “There …
On the realisation that everybody gets asked about their careers, and me about my health.
HomeFriend’s daughter is chatting away. She has been travelling, and wears associated pashmina, bracelets that tinkle, and baggy trousers. Oh to be 18 again. Her friend apparently fell off a waterfall in Nepal and broke her leg. “Plus we went to a rave last week in Cambridge,” she is saying. “My friend went on her …
Wedding talk
“I can’t believe how many people are getting married,” Friend says to me. “I know. 8 of my friends have announced it in the past few months. I didn’t think we were that old.” “I think 23, 24 is quite young,” she says. “But you’ll probably be next.” I make an exaggerated wave of my …
