....one numbers cuff link (in desperate need of some polishing).
Issues - check.
Ornaments - check.
Cuff link - check.
Apparels - check. (minus one sesxy lace thong)
Full and final settlement. Veni, Vidi, Vici.
The return of the Goddess
It can't surprise anyone that the house is now sparkling like Alibaba's cache of gems, scrubbed to within an inch of it's life (even the window sills are spotless), and I am now contemplating a culinary adventure involving some portobello mushrooms, smelly cheese and spicy beef, as well as the deeply fulfilling death of several crustaceans.
It's coming up on 2:30 and at least I can say my laptop is now switched on. Although, blogging wasn't really the intended purpose, but I feel the need to inflict myself upon my limited but utterly hapless public. It's astonishing how much you can achieve if you put your mind to it - I've even manged to sneak in 10 hours of sleep, a manicure and 2 episodes of CSI (I do like that Lady Heather!). The question that plagues me is whether I should make a pretense of opening up the file I need to be working on, and do a cursory run through of what I haven't done yet? Or just go straight for the wok??
Decisions, decisions...!!
It's coming up on 2:30 and at least I can say my laptop is now switched on. Although, blogging wasn't really the intended purpose, but I feel the need to inflict myself upon my limited but utterly hapless public. It's astonishing how much you can achieve if you put your mind to it - I've even manged to sneak in 10 hours of sleep, a manicure and 2 episodes of CSI (I do like that Lady Heather!). The question that plagues me is whether I should make a pretense of opening up the file I need to be working on, and do a cursory run through of what I haven't done yet? Or just go straight for the wok??
Decisions, decisions...!!
Returning
Men are asses.
Shocking! I have absolutely no clue how that's spelt!!
One week away and I've forgotten how to do the dishes, my fridge reeks of smelly cheese (Anaheeta's that got left behind!), the bed looks like a hand grenade gave birth, my poor flat like ground zero, and my best friends are cereal, bananas, Brazil nuts and yogurt.
Friday looms and nary a single sentence of my proposal deigns to make an appearance. My eyeballs hurt, stomach growls and back aches. Sleep. Enormous quantities. Tiramisu and red wine. To be avoided. Duvet. To be cocooned in. Conference call. 8 am. Heating?? Wait for the little git to show up and start whining. Home sweet home.
Waaaaah!!
Shocking! I have absolutely no clue how that's spelt!!
One week away and I've forgotten how to do the dishes, my fridge reeks of smelly cheese (Anaheeta's that got left behind!), the bed looks like a hand grenade gave birth, my poor flat like ground zero, and my best friends are cereal, bananas, Brazil nuts and yogurt.
Friday looms and nary a single sentence of my proposal deigns to make an appearance. My eyeballs hurt, stomach growls and back aches. Sleep. Enormous quantities. Tiramisu and red wine. To be avoided. Duvet. To be cocooned in. Conference call. 8 am. Heating?? Wait for the little git to show up and start whining. Home sweet home.
Waaaaah!!
Melancholy
Something’s changed. Thought the weekend in the clouds had put it back, but it hasn’t. I don’t feel it anymore. Not the way it was, and it’s not because we’ve moved onto being more ‘mature’. It makes me sad. The lyrics don't touch me any more. I say the words and intellectually mean them as well. But in my heart, the specialness that was, seems to have melted away. But then, I should feel it sloshing around. I don’t. Perhaps its giving global warming a run for it’s money. Or perhaps its October in London. Or the intrusion of reality of the world around us. Does it matter? It was going to happen. Just didn't expect it this soon.
What has British television come to??
I'd like to think my lips form a perfectly pretty, pink 'O', but I suspect, I'd picked off a lineup as the goldfish that died through extinguination (too much CSI will do that to you). Heat surges into my cheeks as all my auditory faculties rev up at the sultry intonation from the flat screen,
'It vibrates like no hand can....' Oh my!!
Wait a minute... that looks more like a brush than a vibe. And then, this PYT daubs it on her eyelashes, before furiously fluttering them at me. My little brain grapples with the dissonance brought between my aural and visual centres. It takes a reply for the penny to drop. Apparently, the latest thing in looming lashes is a vibrating brush.... ?? For a lustrous, sexy, come hither look. Hmmmm..... Call me old fashioned, but I'd rather be vibratorally challenged elsewhere for a come anywhere look!
Yes, I have no fear. I shall meander with my mingy lashes... for the next deeply suave voice over assures me that at somenonsense.com, 'We will help you find the love of your life.' Right. That's me sorted. A banana beckons..... think what you will. Goodnight.
'It vibrates like no hand can....' Oh my!!
Wait a minute... that looks more like a brush than a vibe. And then, this PYT daubs it on her eyelashes, before furiously fluttering them at me. My little brain grapples with the dissonance brought between my aural and visual centres. It takes a reply for the penny to drop. Apparently, the latest thing in looming lashes is a vibrating brush.... ?? For a lustrous, sexy, come hither look. Hmmmm..... Call me old fashioned, but I'd rather be vibratorally challenged elsewhere for a come anywhere look!
Yes, I have no fear. I shall meander with my mingy lashes... for the next deeply suave voice over assures me that at somenonsense.com, 'We will help you find the love of your life.' Right. That's me sorted. A banana beckons..... think what you will. Goodnight.
Farewell Adelheid
My heart skips a beat at the sight of a purple stamp winking up at me from the doormat. Neat calligraphy pronounces Mrs A. Guha as the recipient. No return address, but definitely not from Foxtons or EDF. I linger over the innocuous envelope, wallowing in the suspense of a letter. It's been forever since I've had one, and I can't think of anything more exiting. Even when it's expected, even when a glance at the scrawl gives away who it's from. Nothing compares to the little flutter of anticipation in your gut that sight of one of these brings.
A card within. "Without her nothing will ever be the same". Adelheid Rutten-Pol. No, they never will. A lovely woman, enjoyed by all that knew her. Interesting, funny and gracious. Gone before anyone thought she would. It's hard to imagine Harry without slipping into Harry & Adelheid. The consummate couple. We all drooled over Harry, the yummy..... but Adelheid was what made him more fun. Now, it just feels like an incomplete masterpiece. Like her, the dignity of the simple words, 'You are welcome to join us and say farewell to Adelheid', feel like a warm sunbeam on a grey day.
To a good life. Farewell Adelheid.
A card within. "Without her nothing will ever be the same". Adelheid Rutten-Pol. No, they never will. A lovely woman, enjoyed by all that knew her. Interesting, funny and gracious. Gone before anyone thought she would. It's hard to imagine Harry without slipping into Harry & Adelheid. The consummate couple. We all drooled over Harry, the yummy..... but Adelheid was what made him more fun. Now, it just feels like an incomplete masterpiece. Like her, the dignity of the simple words, 'You are welcome to join us and say farewell to Adelheid', feel like a warm sunbeam on a grey day.
To a good life. Farewell Adelheid.
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