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dinner
I am not a good lingerer. When dinner is over, there is no picking at the cheese platter or mulling over fine port for me.
I must go home. I must be asleep.
preferably with the port. -
home and getting there (part one of paris)
It seems I have returned to prime critter season, not only fending off a huntsman easily the size of my hand upon days of arrival, only this morning seeing the shadowed approach of massive legs and cephalothorax across the opposite side of the shower glass and even rescuing a meter long grass snake from the clutches of my cat but three days ago - ( Read more... ) -
[in which] so i'm not actually posting about paris at all but hello from london and leaving
Today I boarded a train I’d never taken before. It was taking me back to London on a Friday evening. My friends were staying out but bc I didn’t have key I had to come home. But of course the physical notion of home is utterly displaced now I have left Newport properly from home. Home is hardly my cousins’ house in London (no matter how ( Read more... ) -
venice yo! in which i leave essex behind...
I suppose it's time I updated since leaving Essex - it has been a while ( Read more... ) -
[pending] in which i don't blog
we're actually in paris at the moment but you'll have to wait for an update there ( Read more... ) -
english christmas
An absolutely triumphant midnight mass - the choir sang incomparably beautifully and the whole service was magic ( Read more... ) -
Christmas Eve
I'm a bit of a sad berk this evening - I now know what it's like to have nothing to do Christmas Eve. Am sitting around waiting for choir rehearsal to start at 10pm for midnight mass. Having exhausted the bbc iplayer, watched Kings Nine Lessons and..., "The African Queen" (cor!), prepared the service music for the choir, made a lovely thai green ( Read more... ) -
more surprises found in the pile
"I have started to spend a little bit more money
on set honey
with thick buttery underskirts
it slathers my breakfast experience"
also
"This is a red pen...
...never fear... I have
the one, it is ferocious!
There's very little
to scare me out here
but, possibly,
this"
and some old stream of consciousness while on the tube:
"a young still ( Read more... ) -
clearing out the cottage
"Right," said the man - he was balding prematurely from the strain of big business, wearing dungarees, socks under sandals and a feather fleece over his polo shirt capable of withstanding many minus degrees of coldness - "I'm heading out to the moor ( Read more... )