This, too ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tu madre era un hamster y tu padre olia a bayas de sauco My attempts at self education have taught me only that I am still a shite student, and an even worse tutor. Australia has broken my ability to cope with winter, and I am coming down with my umpteenth cold since my return. On the other hand, the old tradition of greeting one another by other people's/made-up-on-the-spot names has returned rather more easily, if this encounter with L. is any indication: "Artizan Gómez!" Cousin may be having twins, twenty odd years after her first kid. Unexpected! Everyone else is fine, so far as I can tell. Parents are trying to beat sister's Wii scores now that she's gone back to uni until Easter. Sister is unhappy that my last words to her were along the, "You'll not be a teenager, anymore, next time I see you" lines. Herons have taken a couple more of the fish (Gandalf, apparently, met his balrog), and as for the cat, "Sparkeh is on my chest at the mo', doing that 'walking on grapes' thing she does.", "...Well, our cat's vomiting up tinsel, again." Girl-Chiv-Quite-Likes is galavanting off around the world, again, the village's violent crime rate is holding steadily astronomical, and my only short term plans centre on another mate's gig at the same pub as the last one's... which is easy to get to, and has Boddies on tap. I suppose things could be worse, then. 1:13 a.m. - 2009-01-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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