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… I think I recognise this handwriting …

Dear The Internet;

Please excuse Sarah and Craig for their absences of late, and those that are without doubt, to occur in the very near future.

See, they are very very busy people, what with the working all the time and saving money and driving and walking, and eating and tv watching and general staying-alive-ness. On top of all that they decided it would be an Exciting! and Fun! idea to sign up to become Bartenders. Sorry, that’s Bar/Wait -people (even though it was only ever advertised as a BAR course, but that’s something completely different that makes Sarah’s Head Explode™) and this bar course takes place from 6pm until 10pm (approximately) the first three nights of the week, two weeks in a row. This means that the Exciting! and Fun! idea causes Sarah and Craig to be out of the house from 7 in the morning until about 10:30 in the evening.

Now, generally going to bed at 11pm is not uncommon in the Burkes House, but more often than not it is preceeded by at least a couple of hours of lying in front of the heater and tv and not with travel and making drinks and concentrating and cleaning. Cleaning is actually far more tiring than watching tv it seems.

On top of all that! they are still sans l’ordinateur (that is to say, without a computer) at their place of residence. Which makes it hard for Sarah to string even two thoughts together to make even the semblance of an entry (generally it only takes two thoughts anyway, one of which is “I really should write an entry”). This Exciting! and Fun! idea has now made Sarah so tired that this morning she felt entirely nauseated. Which is surprisingly uncommon for 6am Sarah.

After the second week of the course Craig and Sarah are then going into hiding for a weekend. Ssh. They will let you know much much more upon their return.
Hopefully by then Sarah will have a computer that she can use to post her photographs. She has a 256MB Memory Card full of photos just waiting to be seen.

So, Again, Sorry for the absences, but you have to admit … it’s a pretty good excuse.

Sincerely,

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Categories Excuses excuses, Letters to the Internet

Magical thinking (but vaguely terrifying none the less)

5 Jun

a very drunk very old man showed up at our back door late last night.
I say late, but it was … about 8? but it was black as pitch outside.

He didn’t quite get that he had the wrong house until he saw me over Craig’s shoulder (I say shoulder but really I mean the bend in his elbow. I couldn’t see over Craig’s shoulder) and he waved drunkenly and scampered off.

I was vaguely terrified because he didn’t turn on our security lights as he left, and they turn on when even a kitten crosses their path.
Craig swears that he saw him going up the side of the house, but I couldn’t see him.
Poor drunken man, either that or he was a leprechaun.

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Categories Just Bizarre

3 Things. Only One Of Which Is Serious.

5 Jun

1. I have a severe craving for soup. Specifically Chicken Noodle Soup. My craving is so bad that I am considering breaking out my emergency work soup (chinese chicken and sweet corn with distressing croutons that I consider icebergs to be avoided) on my next break at work. I’m also wondering if I can cope the final 40 minutes until my break without said soup.
EDIT : I have had the soup and the soup was good (yea verily). It lived up to my craving expectations. Probably because I scooped out most of the croutons and the creepy freeze-dried corn kernals.

2. Sometimes I get a frisson of fear (allllliteration) about moving to London. I checked with Craig and he gets the same thing too. Luckily never really at the same time so the fear gets cancelled out. But the fear is about doing something totally new, living somewhere totally new, getting a job that is not in the food service industry or in a call centre. And the fear is eclipsed by excitement naturellement. (oh! proximity to Paris! I am too too excited)

3. I think I have, in a very loose, hypochondriac-al way, Anomic Aphasia (Anomic Aphasia is characterized by an inability to recall proper names and names of objects. Speech is fluent and grammatical.) because I seem to be completely incapable of saying or writing the word Burrito without very specifically thinking about it. And just to be annoying, it is one of our favourite meals.

As such at least once a week we have a conversation which goes :
Sarah : Hey babylove! what d’you want to have for dinner?
Craig : I don’t know, what do you want?
Sarah : I was thinking enchil-FUCK! burritos.

or, in this also very common scenario, Craig is much more amused
Sarah : Hey babylove! what d’you want to have for dinner?
Craig : I don’t know, what do you want?
Sarah : I was thinking enchiladas.
Craig : enchiladas?
Sarah : yea … oh damnitall. Burritos.

In fact, a couple of months ago Craig and I were in the supermarket and we were approaching the mexican-food section, so I was getting ready and preparing myself to say Burritos …
Sarah : ooh, get enchilada mix
Craig : ok
(See, he hears me say it so often that sometimes he’ll ignore it.)
At this point I’m looking at Craig and waiting for him to acknowledge how for once I said… the right …
Sarah : oh fuck! I said it again didn’t I!?
I completely didn’t notice. I thought I’d said Burritos.