Monthly Archives: October, 2009
Orangutan-less by choice
“Look at my friend’s baby,” I say to MindReader. “Aaah,” he says. “Can we have babies?” I say, despite more than half the time not being sure I want them. But that is a whole other blog, but in short, expressed very well here. “Of course,” MindReader says. “They might be ginger though.” He turns …
On crappy chick lit!
So. National Novel Writing Month starts in two days and I am beginning to wonder what I have signed myself up for. We are moving to suburbia on NOVEMBER THE FIRST so I will: 1. Pack. 2. Move house. 3. Unpack. 4. Write 1,667 words. Don’t even get me started on not having the energy …
We have now taken to spelling out words randomly
“Now now, it’s my turn,” MindReader says to me. “You’ve had enough!” We are rather geekily addicted to Bejeweled Blitz on Facebook. Yes. I know. “Oh I’m sorry,” I say, “I didn’t know about your predilection for moving gems around…” MindReader stares at me and leans against the radiator. “I’m sorry?” He says. I smirk. …
On Audrey Niffenegger’s ‘Her Fearful Symmetry’
“I finished that book last night,” I say to MindReader. “Oh yes?” he says. “Yeah it was really weird…” “Mmm,” he says, chopping parsnips. “Like, it was not of a genre at all. Like she crammed together several different genres and left all of the unpacking to the reader. I feel like I have lots …
Plus we move back in ten days!
“And how’re you?” WhiteLeggings say. I wave my hand. “On balance,” I say, tilting my head, “maybe possibly slightly better.” He prods my arm, which I find disturbing and gives me an I told you so look. “Back to work then?” he says. I blink. “Erm, no,” I say. More like, being able to go …
And I do
“I’ve done something naughty,” MindReader says on the phone to me. I blink. This is, I confess, more the kind of thing I say. “What?” “I’ve bought a tie,” he says. “Oh MindReader, you’ve fallen off the tie wagon!” “I also went into a shop to see if I could buy a cumberband,” he says. …
Wherein I express emotions
As you know, I wanted to go pumpkin picking. However the nearest place was 30 miles away which MindReader felt was a long way to drive to pick one pumpkin. So we compromised and went to a GARDEN CENTRE. I know, how did this happen to me? He said we can do anything else nearby …
Love Happens is not a good film by the way!
“Eat your dinner!” MindReader says as I open my mouth to tell him even more about why I like Bright Eyes’ lyrics so much. MindReader and I are going to the cinema. That’s right! Body is not being particularly better behaved – though I think there have been more better days recently – but the …
Well let the poets cry themselves to sleep / And all their tearful words will turn back into steam
“Walk?” MadFather says. I nod and pull my shoes on. “I think you might need a coat,” MadFather says. Startled, I look out of the window. It appears to be October. We walk down the street, and I can see my breath. Tiny spheres of water hang on every blade of grass and the air …
Wherein I use an opening line worthy of a (slightly horrible) novel
If I had known that contracting glandular fever in January 2008 would have lead to me eating a cholesterol-reducing yoghurt with a picture of a 70 year-old fat man on it, I would have run screaming for the hills. Without even talking about how I can no longer wear contact lenses, eat wheat flour, do …
