Jolting out of sleep, I check my watch: 3.45am. Yuck. I’m wide awake: morning-awake. Switching my phone on, reaching for my water bottle, I gulp some down. It’s annoying, but understandable. Am, despite what have been telling everyone (why?) nervous about Major Surgery in 2 days time. Checking Facebook, there are about ten of […]
Normal service will be resumed tomorrow. Mood has gone quite high so am going to meditate and rest. Tomorrow am dog sitting all day for the fluffy Keeshond. Can’t wait. Have cancelled all my more-stimulating plans as am not up to them. Need to rest. The attached photo is the elephant in Seb’s Mum’s […]
“But you said you’d take me to the garden centre,” I say, sitting next to Mum on the sofa. Need to get out of the house and do something. Can’t just sit here. “We can go at two o’clock,” Mum says, looking at the crossword, pen poised above the paper. “That won’t give us long […]
“It’s difficult having a conversation with you at the moment as you can’t follow it,” Seb says yesterday. We’re walking back to the flat from the coffee shop where Seb has consumed his coffee, whilst I spilt my one all over the floor. “We’re not communicating: you’re just wrapped up in your thoughts. You’re not […]
1. Seb is here. 2. Walked the Keeshond yesterday with MadFatRunner. Had fun. Got a bit lost and were out for 3 hours. 3. He is in attached photo. 4. Lit the Chanukah candles and fed MadFatRunner latkes. 5. Pizza is coming. 6. So is sleep eventually. 7. Mood has gone up a bit so […]
“Everything is ready,” MadFatRunner says. She’s making a new dish for us: warm quinoa salad with halloumi and roasted red peppers. “We need an easy thing to cook that isn’t the Omelette,” she says, “Do you want me to do anything?” I say, as I rest in the nest, eating pickled cucumbers and drinking gin […]
“Rather a lot of parcels have arrived for you,” Dad says. “Oh, good,” I say, looking at the pile of boxes and padded envelopes on the dining room table. “What are all these packages?” Mum says, looking at me with that you’ve-gone-high-again-haven’t-you look. Or as a friend once put it: “Your mother looks terrified: as […]
“You’re early,” my trainer says, smiling, at nine o’clock this morning. “Yes,” I say. “The panther’s gone. Been awake since six thirty nine and…” “I’m just going to put my bag in the office,” she says, tying her long hair up. With her hair down, she could be any pretty girl. Hair up, she’s transformed […]
“Your skin looks terrible,” the panther says. He’s draped over my desk at the office. “It will heal, eventually,” I tell him. “Seb will be appalled when he sees you,” the panther says, fixing me with his amber stare. “You must have put on another half a stone since you last saw him, you’ve got […]
4.15pm and already it’s almost dark outside. Am writing this on my bike at the gym. Didn’t make it here this morning, due to an unusually late night last night with my writing chums. So am here now, despite epic levels of can’t-be-bothered. Know that will be pleased with self, even if just write this […]
