So where was I?
Isn't that relentless barking irritating? Sorry about that.
There is some kind of lurgy dogging me yet again and if it wasn't for the persistent meatiness of my physique, you might imagine I was a tragic consumptive, what with all the snotty hacking and reclining on my fainting couch in my bohemian garrett draped in diaphanous gowns holding a bloodstained hankie to my lips, etc.
And in other news, despite all the evidence to the contrary, turns out I am not getting any younger. How very disappointing.
I'm not sure why I thought this sounded like a good idea, but to celebrate my upcoming birthday I'm going to face my fears, dance with the devil and/or frolic in the forest Thursday night. Apparently.
I'm a little trepidatious about the whole 'breaking the fourth wall' thing. Theatre means, for me, that everyone knows who is in the audience and who is performing. Because otherwise what else is there to distinguish it from real life? If I wanted to live in fear of alarmingly unpredictable interaction with strangers, I could save some money and take the night bus.
The food should be thoroughly stonking though, so that's nice.
What are you up to?
4 weeks ago
hey hey! SO good to see you again! where've you been? what's been upping?ReplyDelete
also, what does "stonking" mean? i'm all north americanized (extreme northern variety, but still) so i have no inkling, although i gather it is a good thing.
we are up to yet another dinner parteh. we seem to be having a lot of those, which is lovely.
although i am not consumptive, i am forced by the medical powers that be to hack up some phlegm thrice, and keep the resultant mess in refrigerated bottles, until the third day when i am to deposit them at a lab. god, to work in a lab: hi! here's my poop on a cardboard. hello, here are three wee bottles of my phlegm. good morning, i have here a container of urine. the joy! the bodily fluids! the fun!
all because of my TB adventures which i thought were over and done with.
happy birthday and keep writing!
Hi pc! Thanks for stopping by.ReplyDelete
Stonking - in this case - is an inelegant word for the most exquisite homegrown seasonal food by the lovely Skye Gyngell of Petersham Nurseries, but is in general it indicates a heartily good thing.
I'm so sorry to hear you're going through a phlegm-related issue. There's nothing quite so humbling as having to hand over some foul excretion to an actual human being. There should be some kind of a dark confessional-style chamber where you can drop this stuff off without having to meet anyone's eye. Hope it all turns out to be something harmless and easily fixed.
How lovely to be having dinner parties. I love the idea but always underestimate the hair-raisingness of it all.
Glad to see you again! Here's hoping you have a fablas evening out - whether it involves frolicking in a forest AND dancing with the devil, all of which seems terribly appropriate for a birthday.ReplyDelete
This evening I am going to an exhibition of children's illustrations in the local library. Rock and roll.