"hello boy, I can see your house over the tops of the trees but you can't hear me because of the noise of old men playing bowls on this frosty morning"

What the hell is a troubador and why do I say it in an english voice?! Any takers?

After buying a lovely blue paddington bear coat yesterday and a wee cosy jumper (and nudging "he buys girls cardigans") we went on a date. It wasn't the first date, not the type where we had milkshakes and not the type where we sit in resteraunts realising we're right beside the window, being the unofficial advertising for the resteraunt. ( Read more... )

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I forget how easy it is to lose yourself in the daily hum of the city, instead of your voice shouting your loves and fears it gets silenced by the roar of the city. It makes you think of the frivilous things in life, earn more money, look nicer (you're getting far too scruffy in your old age), become fitter, reach those targets, fill in those ( Read more... )

We spoke for the first time in a year, my stomach sank when he said "who's this" but then my number was one four oned so who can tell a voice from a hello? No one, I rarely know who calls me, so maybe I get that from him. I'd left a message a few days ago, one of the ones that sounds happy but you can hear that I wanted to get it over with. Hear ( Read more... )

It was nice to get away from the city lights for a while. Instead of concrete under foot their feet were cushioned by the grass they were marching through. They didnt know why they were in such a rush, looking for nature's equivalent of the skyscraper. Trees are okay, but the sky is untainted, not left with the same cat claw marks as in the big ( Read more... )

Sometimes I have the weird feeling of floating through life, I sometimes lose control of what I'm doing although I make conscious decisions all the time ( Read more... )

Typically, as is the usual way with ideas that go round in my head, the bets ones come when I'm alone! My dear flatmate is away home for a few days, leaving me alone in the place which in a few more weks I'll be able to call my home. It's still got the new feeling to it just now, making meals and seeing people is still a little like being on ( Read more... )

Keeping old milk that still has some in it is a little like keeping a dead cat. Sure you still love it as a pet but its past its usefulness and probably should be thrown out ( Read more... )