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a minor interruption
A young friend of mine has discovered the gameboy. Head down, shoulders hunched, eyes fixed on the screen, he trails around behind his parents. Glancing neither left nor right, he is unusually silent. Occasionally one hears a garbled shout: “I’ve got level 37!!” Followed by more concentrated silence. Conversation is difficult. At the table, in […]
ok. it’s Friday. i’ve got nothing to say. maybe you have …
Hmmm… haven’t tried one of these before. Youyou-Meme… 1. Who are you? 2. Are we friends? 3. When and how did we meet? 4. Do you have a crush on me? 5. Would you kiss me? 6. Describe me in one word. 7. What was your first impression? 8. Do you still think that way […]
who told them I was here?
I’ve been home from work the last couple of days. Yesterday because of a headachey, snuffly, croaky cold which I can’t seem to shake and today because of same but with the addition of having to sit the exam for this semester’s subject tonight. Double yuck. Anyway, in between complex mathematical calculations designed to give […]
excuses
My housemate and I are yet to dump our personal trainer. He keeps making excuses and not showing up! One day he’ll sleep through his alarm. The next he’ll have a chest infection. His wisdom teeth have been known to act up. Occasionally there’s been car trouble. Today he had an “urgent erin”. (I’m not […]
we built a billy
Last weekend my brother and I built (OK, assembled) a ‘Billy’ bookcase. An Ikea stalwart, the ‘Billy’ bookcase graces many a home of people I know. Simple, practical and filled with things that we love. It was great to see some of my books which haven’t emerged from their packing boxes since we moved here […]
three
Three is the number of mice which will no longer make merry in my kitchen. (Hooray!) Three is also the number of correct picks I made in the footy tipping on the weekend. (I can feel that trophy slipping from my grasp.)
change of season
It must be the change of season. We caught our first winter mouse this morning. Rats. (Or mice, actually.)
living next to a tram line
I’m sure there are many more architecturally accurate ways to describe our problem. But this pithy attempt does seem to sum it up succinctly – and poetically. (OK, maybe that’s an overstatement. It rhymes.) Rumble.* Crumble.** Grumble.*** * That’s the tram. ** That’s the plaster. *** That’s the disgruntled home owners/rate payers/public transport users.