I would love a holiday. Of course, wouldn't we all but I just get all tingly and excited when I think of being somewhere different. I have been doing a bit of Jedi mind training. When I'm walking around I try to look at Ballymena through the eyes of a foreigner. Dspite having spent most of my life here there are many parts of the town I have never really bothered to look at. By looking at them I can convince myself that I've never been here before and it's all new to me. I wonder how long this will last before I get bored and need an actual real holiday.
The rats have bonded well with Jakers. In fact, they seem to think that he is a big rat (might be the ears, I'm not sure). They groom him when he comes to visit. Saves me the bother. It's nice for him though as he never received much affection from Pepe. There was a power struggle going on between them and Pepe preferred me 'cause I let her run rings round me.
Pushed for time here so I must go and get my bedroom sorted. I can brasso no more. It's costing me a fortune in money and time. Jakers is starting to think that I'm possessed by the evil bed spirit. A bit like Stephen King's Christine. So I have to give up my brasso habit to concentrate on my role as a loving, caring girlfriend.
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Glad all is well. We only have one road in our little hamlet and so it is difficult to pretend I am elsewhere. Luckily us men hate going on holiday and are happy to laze about at home...
You know you are brassoing too much when you cannot sleep in the bed due to the fumes.
Thanks Rob, I'd be inclined to go crazy living in a hamlet but I know what you mean about men preferring their home comforts. And Mum, slept in the room last night. Bed is definitely not haunted. I can't guarantee that I'm not possessed though!
Stick bridge is always worth taking a second look at. Especially the graffiti.
Where abouts is stick bridge? I've got kodak film from the pound shop that needs used up and I like the sosund of it.
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