I like snow. When it’s falling outside my window, lit by street lamps and I’m inside, curled up with a book and hot chocolate, I love snow. When I’m out in snow being pulled backwards and neither eight years old nor on a sled, I turn into a bitch. We went out to run Christmas/birthday errands on Saturday, before heading to a Christmas party. We got two feet away from the front door and my front wheels caught some gray…
A few weeks ago, Sarge came home from work and caught me doing something. Something I’ve wanted to keep secret. I couldn’t stop before he walked into the office. And he caught me. I was reading People.com. I’ve said before that the only time I read gossip magazines is in various waiting rooms. I suppose that is a fib. But I’ve never really considered my website viewing actual reading. I don’t buy gossip magazines. Except maybe when I’m sick or…
This time last year, I was moving into my fifth flat in Glasgow. I’d lived there since 2006 and had five addresses. The reason I moved so much wasn’t because I’m fickle. It was because two of my five landlords neglected to pay the mortgages on the flats I occupied. And the secure places had lifts that liked to break down when I needed to go to work, or on nights I had tickets for concerts. During one particular breakdown…
Stress gives me heartburn. Gulp-Gaviscon-and-belch heartburn. I have decided I shouldn’t eat crisps and dip for dinner or look for a job after 8.00pm. I got another rejection yesterday. I then asked my PA to polish my nails purple to cheer myself up. It didn’t work. Sarge came home for lunch and made me life-sucking -zombie coffee. That worked. I still cried, though. And got unspeakably angry at grammatical errors on national websites. I flapped around a bit saying, ‘People…
This is what it sounds like to me: 1. The laughter of people I love, especially when I make it happen. 2. Popcorn popping. 3. The noises the coffee machine makes while doing its thing. I happen to think it sounds exactly like a zombie dying. Not that I’d know exactly what that sounds like. 4. My new favourite song. Or old favourite songs. But my new favourite song is pretty cool. It’s this one. 5. Instances of friendly sarcasm,…
