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little dancing feet
Friday, 27 June 2008 09:05 amWhen I drove home yesterday I stopped at a traffic light next to a Ford Escort which appeared, in defiance of probability, to have its accelerator cable hooked up to the beat on its boombox. The car was revving rhythmically in time to the pounding techno, and kept it up for far too long and too regularly for it to be a mad driver tapping the accelerator pedal. I am left slightly stunned contemplating the degree of creative, involuted and epic fail on the wiring which would lend itself to such an outcome.
Musical cars aside, the faint cries emanating from my approximate vicinity this morning are me, going "Calloo! callay!" and dancing around the house on the tips of my toes. I'm on leave for the next week. I am also starting to emerge from the grip of this 'flu bug, causing the kind of slightly giddy high that comes of actually feeling normal, energised and undisgusting for the first time in weeks. This leave is well timed, since it will not only promote rest, full recovery, paper-writing and the playing of Neverwinter Nights II, it will also enable me to more efficiently act as hostess to jo&stv, who descend upon us this evening seeking refuge from an old house denuded of furniture and a new house denuded of bath, sink and floors that you don't stick to when you walk.
Said leave will also permit me to keep a stern eye on the house's feline contingent, among whom discipline seems to be slipping. The wet weather has produced a new and interesting phenomenon, viz. the tendency for the beautiful oak kitchen counters to exhibit, as I stagger through for my morning cup of tea, a tell-tale stipple of kitty paw-prints if you catch the light at exactly the right angle. Hmmm.
P.S. Why does Google think I'm a bot this morning? *hurt*
Musical cars aside, the faint cries emanating from my approximate vicinity this morning are me, going "Calloo! callay!" and dancing around the house on the tips of my toes. I'm on leave for the next week. I am also starting to emerge from the grip of this 'flu bug, causing the kind of slightly giddy high that comes of actually feeling normal, energised and undisgusting for the first time in weeks. This leave is well timed, since it will not only promote rest, full recovery, paper-writing and the playing of Neverwinter Nights II, it will also enable me to more efficiently act as hostess to jo&stv, who descend upon us this evening seeking refuge from an old house denuded of furniture and a new house denuded of bath, sink and floors that you don't stick to when you walk.
Said leave will also permit me to keep a stern eye on the house's feline contingent, among whom discipline seems to be slipping. The wet weather has produced a new and interesting phenomenon, viz. the tendency for the beautiful oak kitchen counters to exhibit, as I stagger through for my morning cup of tea, a tell-tale stipple of kitty paw-prints if you catch the light at exactly the right angle. Hmmm.
P.S. Why does Google think I'm a bot this morning? *hurt*
