Monthly Archives: March, 2010
Thank you MindReader
I know you shouldn’t ascribe illnesses personalities. I know God isn’t victimising me (well, any more than he victimises anyone else), and I know I didn’t do something in a former life. But you know what? I feel like I am being toyed with, a cat with a mouse. I felt bad for a week, …
On discussing important hypothetical matters incessantly with friends
“I do worry sometimes,” Friend says. “Because he’s older… that he might want things sooner than me.” “I worried about that too,” I say. MindReader is four years older than me. “But I figure if MindReader wants babies with me he will also wait… if he loves me enough to want kids with me, you …
The truth about MindReader
“It wouldn’t be in my top ten,” I say to MadFather, “but there’s a lyric in The Animals Were Gone…” MadFather and I are discussing our top ten favourite songs. Accidental Babies by Damien Rice has already made it into mine, along with, oh, every track from the Cardigans’ Long Gone Before Daylight album. “Is …
I so hope my next post isnt call relapse
The woman in white stands next to the Give Blood van. As I approach she makes a kind of thumbs up gesture to me. I slow down and shake my head. “I actually don’t think I can give blood,” I say. “No?” she says, and I feel the need to explain myself lest she think …
Remission
I blot a piece of cotton wool on the teardrop of blood that oozes out of my arm. “Okay?” JayJay says. JayJay – he calls himself that, and didn’t even require me to make up a nickname for him – is my specialist, written about here, here and erm, here. “Okay,” I say, shrugging, finally …
It was probably either spyro the dragon or lara croft, computer geek that I was
“Left up here,” MadFather says as I steer along the dark street. Jessica is, for long and complicated reasons, in the back of the car, yelping at cats. “Left?” I say and then – remarkably – remember to indicate. “Yes, we’ll head towards that roundabout we just went on,” he says. “One of my students …
To my new readers, a typical evening in
“Billygean?” MindReader says as he walks into the kitchen. “I know I look mad,” I say. I am transferring flour from a big plastic bowl into a small plastic bowl and peanut butter from a small glass bowl to the big bowl. And that is one of the most boring sentences I have ever written. …
Actually it will be a run since i cant control dogs but hurrah for health and walking!
“Jesus!” I say as Jessica the boxer dog leaps up me. “She’s got to weigh more than me!” “Oh, she’s lovely though,” MadFather says. MadFather is sort of sharing a dog. His old lodger moved out and now another man from the squash club who works away a lot has designed something resembling a custody …
Let us not forget…
“I’m so glad you came,” I say to Corinne, a fellow fatigue (and other ailments) sufferer. She suffered long ago though – and is as such an advice veteran. “Me too,” she says, her dark eyes conveying a hundred heartfelt emails we sent to each other when I was sick and when she was – …
