I am really looking forward to going home and seeing him. Apparently he fell over again the other day cause he was trying to get from his arm chair to his bed on his own and his sock slipped on the floor. But, there is already drama before I get there because my sister can’t find the time to come to Hobart to visit while I am there with the kids and has ‘told’ mum that Mum and I will have to get the bus that takes a couple of hours up to Devonport instead. Part of the reason why I am going is because Mum is having a hysterectomy. Oh well. After flying 24 hours at great expense to see Mum and Dad within 4 months of the last trip what difference is a bus trip across the state gonna make? It isn’t like I might want to rest and do nothing for a change is it… And I mean, Mum might just want to be on the sofa for a while…
Plus a double batch of macarons in the bin to experiment if you can make them in bulk at home. Definitely possible. Mixture [because of the eggs] was just too dry.
There is a little change of style going on as you can see that represents pretty much what it looks like inside my home and my favourite things, children’s books, minerals, skin diseases and DIY [hence the wood.]
Sorry for the chutch down in the bottom right hand corner or smoothed out the repeat on the banner. I haven’t been bothered to style that up yet. I will tidy it up soon.
I hope you like it because I was so gripped to be fixing up the CSS that I didn’t even get up to turn the heating on and my feet in my Chanel slide style house slippers are freezing.
Strike me luckyI remember the 48hour week. Befor your time kiddo and then the Unions got the wek back to a 5day week, LUXURY, MATE, SHEER IDLENESS FOR ALL OFsATDY, sUNDY, tHAT’S IF YOU CALL HOLDINGTHE BAR UP FOR MOST OF THE TIME. fAGS WEREONLY 11PENCE a packa twentyPLAYERS and beer threepence a pint, AND YOU HAVE TO WORK five DAYS PER? wHAF does poor little FAERAL DO IN HER LONELY HOURS? I’M DEFINITELY LOSING IT , MATE ASNOTED BY THE INTRUSION OF THE cAPS lOCKQuite hot today,24degrees ‘C’ Milk intolerence is a curse. Trus me.Thank goodness for hot showers!Cheers mate, Sunday is such a boring day. Dad. XXXX
Hobart and I are in our PJ’s minding our own business. We have made friends after the “Free leather jackets for all cats on a Wednesday” Facebook incident when she really got irked.
Tomorrow I am going to a Cake Decorating, Chocolate work and Sugar Craft fair with the Cardinal. Not really something that either of us want to advertise as it is hardly “low hand clicks” [TM Pippa Brooks when describing Card's look] or Executive Realness etc. I get the vague feelig Cards isn’t as excited about it as she once was. But I am keen to find out if there is a supplier for gold chocolate transfers in the UK that will do personalised designs for when I open my own business. LOL.
Last night I had a dream about the Mushroom having sex with this girl that in real life we both thought was totally crazy but at one point he was talking about “something something” because she kept inviting him everywhere. In my dream, he had been to Iceland and she had fobbed off her 70 year old boyfriend to have sex with Mushroom. It was deep deep snow outside. Then Mushroom was telling me all about it. And I was hurt, but kept laughing my ass off that he was with yet another crazy bitch.
When will these dreams cease? They have no baring on reality at all.
Here is some advance warning to you all blog readers. There will be some changes happening around here over the coming days/weeks. I will be moving to Wordpress after all this bullshit blogger FTP crap thing combined with the successful publishing of other blog like my food blog. Look over on the left column and click on the Cinzano glass. So maybe I am going fuck something up majorly, but only by accident. I might go offline for a bit. But I will be back.
Thank you to all the people who read this blog and have told me how much they enjoy it. I am quite surprised that anybody reads it and whenever I learn that someone does, I genuinely get a bit squirmy about all the secrets that person must know. But then within minutes I learn every secret of their lives – I have instant best friends all over the place.
Well I failed at suicide the last two days – mainly because I was too exhausted throwing my teary self into bed, crying more, wanting to die, thinking about Hobart on her own, crying more and hating the prospect of having to live because I am so in love with my cat but feeling nothing but emptiness inside.
On the other hand it turns out to be not such a bad thing as some drinks at The Haggerston with Tsouni who says ‘HOW ARRRE YOUUUUEWWW?!’ like a regular American its pretty cute and P-Dogg & J-Dogg. Tsouni; Eli & I had some really amazing graphic conversations about strip search, cervix exams, worm, armpits, anuses, dreadlocks etc. So captivating! I wish I could blog the images in my mind while we had that conversation. I was in heaven. Does heaven have a capital H?
I came home and the cat who is a recently confirmed pescatarian – who ate a saucer of rocket last night if you please – left the most pungent malodourous turd in her litter tray ever. She’s staying on the straight craquette diet and thats it.
One of my favourite things has become dining alone. When I was younger I felt a bit of a knob, but now I think to sit in silence and imagine new things to cook – especially as there are lady gang dinners to plan for every six monthe or so when it comes up to my turn again. I visited Pippa at the Jumble sale today and delivered two types of macaron – lavander and rosemary. Tonight I’m wondering if kalamatta olives and chocolate would be a good flavour – Philippa tells me she had olives and hazelnut once. I wonder about beetroot and almond. Not essence, real almond.
It will be a long week until Wednesday where nothing happens after I cross my fingers under the desk until they get pins and needles.
Speaking of pins, I saw Pin Eyes through the window tonight. I think it is almost pity I feel that he can’t even bring himself to look at me. He’s not mad anymore. Just embarrassed I think. And for all the talk about how cool he is, he panicked. Not a strong look.
I sometimes think of the Frog. He could have had anything, but his problem was he couldn’t see further than keeping hold of everything. That really makes me mad.
I sometimes think of the Mushroom. The pit of my stomach – like a trapdoor – like a cellar full of coal dust – like a really horrible sink in a shed that only has freezing water or boiling water that smells of copper – the bitterest most glacial hatred.
She BY LEKTROGIRL / Emma Davidson FROM THE ALBUM 'I LOVE MY COMPUTER' [REPHLEX CAT079]
No Rap No Rock DIRECTED BY NICK PHILLIPS FROM THE ALBUM 'I LOVE MY COMPUTER [REPHLEX CAT079]
Midnight Maglev DIRECTED BY MAPH'S BROTHER FROM THE ALBUM 'I LOVE MY COMPUTER' [REPHLEX CAT079]
Microtel as Lektrolab w/ Paul B. Davis
A LIVE IN TWO WEEK TELETEXT PROJECT WITH DUTCH TELEVISION STATION NOS, BROADCAST COUNTRY WIDE DURING THE ROTTERDAM INTERNATION FILM FESTIVAL 2006.
The Wedding Website - Lektrogirl 2004
AN INTERNET BASED INVITATION/PROJECT THAT PAUL HATED UNTIL IT WON EQUAL FIRST PLACE IN OLIA LIALINA'S 1000$ WEBSITE COMPETITION. COMING SOON: THE DIVORCE WEBSITE
