So, either I waffle on generally about my fairly uneventful day, or I reminisce or I go off on one, in the more vulgar parlance (how is it that parlance always follows vulgar?) – which last I did this evening, only to find it was the dullest option of all. Because, who cares, hey?
No darlings, it’s still quiet. But it seems to be a week of sadness. My friend Val’s sister has died, and so has my friend George’s brother. The first expected, the second a sudden shock. Val’s latest granddaughter is being christened tomorrow – Russian Orthodox – so it’s a strange set of emotions for her.
I bought myself aniseed balls. Well, you have to do something, don’t you? And I like old-fashioned sweets, liquorice, aniseed, sherbet and so on. And I cooked a particularly nice dinner – albeit with leftovers. We’re still eating last Sunday’s chicken. I think I’ll be eating it all weekend, as the Sage is off again. He’s going on a china picking-up trip and will be away from tomorrow (Saturday) to Monday. I shall play loud music and watch too many DVDs and go to sleep cuddling a pillow.
Ooh, talking about sleep, we were a bit fitful last night. By the time we were ready, it was about 1 am and I couldn’t, so played Scrabble on the phone, which isn’t a brilliant idea at that time as you forget your two-letter words. We both kept waking each other up and I was awake from 4 anyway, and when I was ready to get up a couple of hours later, the Sage put his comforting arm around me, so of course we both fell asleep. Then I woke again so played poker, and finally he woke up, looked at the clock, said “9.15 – heh!” and went straight back to sleep. I exhaust him, darlings, I can’t deny it. But it’s absolutely worth it. I mean, you only have to look at him.