Monthly Archives: November, 2008
Update!
I’ve been waiting until my body gave me the verdict until I blogged. But the jury’s still out I suppose. And the reader emails have started coming… On Sunday we went to the NEC Festive Fair and I felt pretty awful (but did buy a beautiful necklace with matching hair slides). Still, lots of fat …
On relapses
It’s amazing how quickly you remember. I fall back into old habits so easily: crying in the bath, canceling plans, bargaining with the Gods. None of it works, of course. Putting my socks on once again exhausts me, and I leave my hair unbrushed because there is something wrong with my arms again. I got …
Credit crunchies
“Right, I should go now,” OldestFriend says, standing up. “I’ve got to clean out the hamster before I can start dinner!” “Okay, it was nice to see you,” I say. She pauses at the door. “Just so you know,” she says, “the hamster is not what we’re having for dinner.”
Probably because I told college I was definitely going back
“And how do you feel?” MindReader says, on his daily lunchtime phone call to me. “Tired,” I said. “What type?” I smile. For there is the type of tired when I haven’t had enough sleep. Where thinking feels like wading through mud and waves of sleepiness sweep across me. There is the type of tired …
The fourth blog in a row!!
I pad into the hall and scoop up the post. A Christmas card, already? I think, as I slide open the silver envelope. A wedding invitation falls out. My aunt. 20th December. I put it aside, sighing. And then I remember. That’s the thing, when something happens so quickly, you sometimes forget it has. I …
We weren’t though, allowed to go to Battersea dogs and cats home, mostly because I would come home with five
“What can we do tomorrow?” I say to MindReader’s brother’s girlfriend. It is late on Saturday night. MindReader and I are lying on the sofa, him on his back, me between the back of the sofa and him, my head on his chest. “Hm,” she says. “You could go on a boat tour along the …
Conversations about living together
MindReader and I are in disagreement about cats. Ideally, I would like 4 or 5. He would like none for the first 6 months and one thereafter. “Please please please,” I say, as we chop red onions. “I just think we should live in a flat for a while before we get one…” he says. …
On, my perfect weekend
And that is what I had missed. Running in the rain to watch fireworks. Warming my hands by a bonfire. Sipping soup in transit. Stumbling upon a Christmas market and spending the afternoon wandering around. Drinking coffee and eating dark chocolate. Feeding monkeys bananas. Stripping off my rain-soaked clothes and sinking into a hot bath. …
