i'm getting used to splashy days again, but rain in this city is duller; less lush than exeter rainstorms. i showered during an exeter rainstorm on saturday; bathroom window open, clouds darkening the sky. and then, as saturday and sunday blurred into an indiscriminate sleeplessness, i lit sparklers in a bus-shelter, staring at the puddles
(
Read more... )
Comments 8
Reply
i totally agree re. train travel. also, don't you think there's a kind of divine detachment about it? you're so set apart and silent that you almost feel like a little god.
or perhaps i catch too many 6am trains!
x
Reply
perhaps you could combat your exeter withdrawal by running round shouting about fat bears?
xxx
Reply
for i am ze fattest of ze bearrrrs!
remind me; i'll buy a lot of sparklers for my next visit. random night + sparklers! and probably some stuffing. she says, with a sense of numbing inevitability.
oh yes. i can't wait. i haven't even unpacked yet but i'm mentally packing my suitcase.
i really miss you, anne. xxxxx
Reply
i sent him and spiller text messages earlier saying "stuffing stuffing stuffing you love it stuffing stuffing stuffing stuffing"
to which steve replied: "remorse."
i miss you terribly and horribly. xxxx
Reply
am tempted to somewhere track down a fat bear and bring him down to sit in your kitchen. he can sit next to the stuffing.
oh, i am so glad that i'm coming down again. i'm certain i'll just end up coming down far too much and making you all so completely sick of me.
miaow!
xx
Reply
(The comment has been removed)
you're a definite thunderstorm person. remember that time in year 11 when we had that thunderstorm in last period french? (it was a thursday, i think)
and we ran for the bus in the rain.
x
Reply
Leave a comment