Monthly Archives: February, 2009
On being 24
I am 24 today. I sit silently in the oh-so-tepid bath feeling a bit sorry for myself, if I’m honest. Oh no – not that. I didn’t sleep enough, due to a combination of dance music and builders doing overtime, and although I have nothing of the all-over-body can’t brush my teeth tiredness, I still …
I bet he wouldn’t ring me tho…
MindReader and I are spooned in bed, watching Masterchef on Larry the Laptop. Somebody annoying has just won, but as he rings his wife to tell her the news and she screams, I roll over and sob into MindReader’s shoulder anyway. “What would I say?” I say into his t shirt. “If you rang me …
On paying bills
“Argh,” I say to the laptop. “Just WORK.” “What?” Mindreader says gently, and kind of resignedly. “I have been trying to log into my Smile bank account and it’s telling me I have to enter a PIN that I don’t have…” MindReader scoots across the living room and sits next to me, an arm draped …
On happiness and learning one of MindReader’s initials!
“How late did you revise?” Acquaintance says to me on Friday afternoon as I head into the exam room. I think for a moment. “5pm?” I say, remembering taking a good book to bed at 5pm shortly to be joined by MindReader, who curled around me like a bean after work where we both lay …
You can probably find last year’s blog entry
This time last year, MindReader and I were in the car. It was pissing it down, the rain forming an oily cover all over the car. I think I knew I wasn’t going to sit the exam even then. I wore no make up, my hair snarled from sleep. As soon as I picked up …
A lot of my thoughts per day are occupied by breadcrumbs
Yes, it is better to have Coeliac disease than chronic fatigue. Yes, it is sort of a miracle cure. Yes I am pleased. All that said. AUTO-IMMUNE DISORDERS ARE A PAIN. Sleepiness has gone. And been replaced by INSATIABLE HUNGER. I mean two bowls of (gluten free) pasta and a loaf of bread hunger. And …
A spot of irony
“At the time, though,” I say, “I didn’t think anything coule be worse than having M.E.” “It’s very good for mindfullness,” OldTutor says, a hand over one eye, peering at me through the cracks between his fingers. “Mindfullness?” “Yes you know, knowing you can deal with anything.” “Hm.” OldTutor mmms and sips his macciato. “Did …
Where I unsuccessfully lose the boiler man
A man is coming over to fix our boiler. We’ll call him BrummieBoilerMan. It is half past 9 and I am a pyjama-clad zombie. The buzzer goes. Feeling a little bit smug, whilst of course pretending I live in a New York loft-style apparment, I press the door open button and resume my stalking on …
On Jamie Oliver’s curry
I stir in our bed, and sigh slightly. It is 7pm and I have been napping. This has become a regular thing and means I am less of a zombie in the evenings. But – sleepiness had been so little of a feature in all this “fatigue” nonsense that I thought I might not have …
On bruising food!?
“OldHousemate asked if we used that pestle and mortar,” I say to MindReader as I walk past him to show OldHousemate the bedroom. “And I said yes VERY smugly.” “Well – you stir things in it,” he says smirking. It’s true. “Ah, do you struggle to crush things?” OldHousemate says, admiring our freshly-tidied bedroom. “This …
