Monthly Archives: September, 2009
Sacked
MadFather and I are sitting by the canal. I am in floods of tears becaue BathShop unceremoniously sacked me a few moments before. “This isn’t how it was supposed to be,” I say into his shoulder. “We figured it out. I got better, and then I got a job which I loved, and then I …
In mid November I may actually consider this
“So what’s the new novel going to be about?” MindReader says. I shift my eyes left and right as I sip my coffee. “Ah it’s like that is it?” he says with a smirk. “Well, just – okay, it’s about relationships.” “Relationships,” he says, looking a bit worried. “You know the lover and the loved …
A typical Tuesday at noon
“Morning,” I say to MadFather who is at his PC. A man from Albania is sitting next to him. “Billygean this is Blenti,” MadFather says, without further explanation. I lean against the wall holding a mug of warm coffee as I watch a leaf drift to the ground outside where the light is that beauitful …
13.5 miles if you’re interested!
MadFather and I are playing crib. MindReader and I have finished house sitting and, having broken oh, only MindReader’sSister’s laptop adapter and blown a bulb in the landing, we have returned to Tamworth until their new house is ready. I actively try to avoid conversations about where MindReader and I are living because I can’t …
Battling
I walk into WhiteLeggings’ office. “Still not good?” WhiteLeggings says immediately. Throughout this blog entry, I’d like you to remember that while he may be perceptive, he’s still a nob. “No,” I say, shaking my head and sitting down. “Tell me what’s going on.” “Well,” I say, trying to come across as sanely as possible. …
On what MadFather calls his caustic wit
“Ooh, how much do you weigh?” I say. MindReader has just got in the door bearing a GLUTEN FREE DIME BAR TART for me. You can read into this about my state of mind what you will. MindReader’sSister keeps her scales in the living room. It’s quite a good idea really, and I find that …
Condolences
“Hello,” I say opening the door to MadFather. “Oh!,” he says. “You don’t look great.” “I know.” I tilt my head up to the sun briefly before we shut the door again. His comment probably isn’t health-related, though at this stage what isn’t? I have been crying for a while. “BathShop have taken me off …
A very short stargazing trip
MindReader and I have moved to suburbia. Well, it’s not actually quite that simple. We are moving into his sister’s house, because she’s renting it to us at a VERY LOW PRICE and because it’s a VERY NICE HOUSE and much better than a one bedroom flat where guests can hear you peeing. But I …
Maybe when I’ve mastered walking again without feeling ill!
It was different this year. It was different because I attended the ceremony, and didn’t moan when I had to stand up, and MindReader whispered “progress” in my ear when we did so. It was different because I attended the photographs, the speeches, the meal, and some of the evening, albeit with rest breaks in …
More wedding
I find I write with a strange and haunting sensation that we have done this before. MindReader hands me and ice cream and I sit on the sofa and try to pretend for a few minutes that I am not dizzy AND tired; a combination I have not before experienced. “So, the wedding,” he says. …
