Monthly Archives: April, 2009
News!
I got the job! IN my favouritest shop EVER. Hello 50% discount!
Topped off with a pub quiz tonight
“So,” MindReader says, holding my hand as we walk across a sunlit square in Birmingham. “How was yesterday?” “So nice,” I say. “I was knackered. But I went to WORK. At 9! In the rain – normality!” He smirks, undoubtedly thinking that that will wear off soon. We stop for coffee with friends, the lattes …
Sheepish
“Oi!” I say as MadFather steals my hat and runs off across the car park with it, the sun setting behind mine and MindReader’s flat behind us. I sprint after MadFather, all the way to St Paul’s Square, where the blossom is steadily falling, pink-tinged-orange in the fading light. “Feeling better then?” he says, smirking, …
I did manage to wash it all
“What now?” I say, hands on my hips in our tiny kitchen. MindReader and I are trying to assemble our brand new fish tank. By this, I mean he is doing all the work and giving me small tasks so I feel I am useful. “You need to wash the gravel,” he says, “thoroughly.” He …
On the ice cream
“You have GOT to try this,” I say, just before bed. “Hm?” MindReader says, blowing out our candles. “The ice cream!” “Oh no,” MindReader says, “I don’t really like coconut.” (which proves what a good and selfless girlfriend I am). “No really, you have GOT to try it.” I bring a spoonful over and MIndReader …
Reasons to believe my coconut ice cream will be rubbish
Hello from the land of not-really-well-enough-to-bake-but-doing-it-anyway-and-feeling-crap! 1. The recipe said I had to cream the egg yolks and sugar together until it was pale and creamy. However, mine remained bright yellow and then my arm started shaking and I thought – the first fatal mistake of the day – it’ll probably be fine. I now …
Since your comments are actually making me weep perhaps you can try naming some fish!?
The thunder cracks outside, the gods throwing handfuls of marbles onto tin roofs. I stir in MindReader’s arms. “Wha?” I say. “Just a thunderstorm,” he says, as the room is lit up, greeny grey. “Go back to sleep.” “Scared!” I say, incoherently. He stands up and begins dressing for work. It is Very Early, to …
Going to feel pretty ridiculous if I get over this in a few days
I am trying to post a letter. You have no idea how much that sentence pains me to write. Did we not DO posting letters? And progress to walking in fields, grasses whipping my thighs, to nightclubs and shopping and dancing? And yet: here we are again. I clutch the letter in my fist and …
A message
Nobody knows what to say to me. I know, I know. I’ve only given it five days. It’s probably just another bug, a blip. Except this time, whether because it’s slightly more severe, or I’m slightly more impatient, it doesn’t feel like a bug. It is, at once, more sinister; an enforced reminder that once …
I will discuss said dilemma soon!
I have a dilemma. “But – in five years – people might think…” I say, pacing across the kitchen. “You can’t predict what’ll happen in five years though,” MindReader says. “Anything can happen. You might have a baby!” “We might have a BABY?” I say. “In five years? Do you mean that?” “Okay, you might …
