Monthly Archives: December, 2009
On everybody thinking MindReader is fantastic
I am braving the John Lewis sale. And the Republic sale. And Jane Norman. And Lush. “Ooh, I love your purse,” the sales assistant says to me. “Thank you,” I say. “Oh and me,” the other says, stroking a finger along it. “Isn’t it lovely?” “It is,” I smile. “Who’s it by?” I smile. “It’s …
Good luck for the wedding…!
“Repeat after me,” the Vicar says. “I, OldestFriend…” “I OldestFriend…” I am at a wedding rehearsal for OldestFriend’s Wedding. I zone out a bit and look around the pretty church, the darkening blue of the sky outside, the lights of the nearby vicarage and the vicar’s smiling peaceful face and vaguely wish I could believe, …
On talking about absolutely anything
I walk into the kitchen, grimacing slightly. “You alright?” MindReader says. “Yes, yes,” I say, breathing in the delicious scent of the stilton he is crumbling into a baking tray to make broccoli cheese. “Smells good.” “You sure you’re alright?” “Yes I’m fine,” I say. “You look sad.” “Okay,” I say. “What’s wrong?” “Okay – …
On life with Billygean: beware, long! (and the second post in a row!)
We are in Aston Hall. It’s a kind of stately home type thing nearby. I bought us tickets to an event whereby you walk around the place by candlelight, and, if you’re me, pretend you are a Victorian servant/princess. We get out of the car and I hear a clunk. “I think I’ve done something,” …
There was an onion too
“Did you enjoy the chilli?” I said to MindReader at midnight. It has been a strange week already, a few late nights where MindReader had work things, and a few protests from Body in the process who gets pissed off at only ten hours’ sleep sometimes, and now he’s gone away to look after his …
Health
So, how was it? The second time around? Well, horrible, obviously. In some ways my health was worse than the first time, than after the glandular fever. I had whole days where I was too tired to speak and emerged downstairs only to go straight back up again with the exertion of it. I have …
I would tell you what she went on to say but that crosses an egotistical line
“Don’t worry love,” the woman at the writer’s group says to me, “my body doesn’t work either.” I look at her. Last week has come up, wherein I caught the tiniest of colds and spent three days feeling too shit to do anything. She is about 20 years older than me and has had both …
I hope you don’t mind, I hope you don’t mind, that I put down in words…
I am lying on MindReader, pretty much, in our favourite position on the sofa. I have a glass of wine and a movie on and NO NOVEL WRITING. “I can’t believe I can actually say I’ve written a novel now,” I say. “Well done,” he says, kissing my forehead. I drum my fingers quietly on …
