toute seule chez moi
These two weeks of "me-time" have gone so much quicker than I had expected. With la famille in India on holiday, I've been living, eating, sleeping on my own...
Though all the weekend days until this evening, I've had people either staying over, or not leaving until the small hours, so I haven't exactly been lonesome.
And during the working week, apres Tae Kwon Do class or even just after work, I've been tired enough that an hour of recorded TV with my dinner is quite sufficient entertainment before I tumble into bed.
Naturally, I've attempted to keep the house tidy enough that my parents won't want to just turn around and leave again the second they step through the door. So I made good use of washing machine, tumble-drier, dishwasher... even washed up saucepans by hand, threw out food from the fridge if it was out of date, did the vacuuming - I can be quite domesticated when the need arises. Need arose in the aftermath of sunday night's gathering, during which I got drunk on cocktails (which I suspect were made almost entirely of gin and most of which were handed to me by Tom) and went to sleep before my last guests had even left. Yes, need to pick up hundreds of bits of raw spaghetti and popcorn from my kitchen floor, thanks to midnitevulture's drunken antics, as well as the usual bottles to get rid of, carpets to clean, etc. Twas fun though, and I did have thespianpythia and yato to help me with it all.
I am typing in near darkness and squinting because I can't turn on the light in here, for fear that it will set fire to the wooden coaster which is currently serving as a lid to the lightfitting, preventing a particularly large wasp from escaping. This wasp appeared as if from nowhere on tuesday evening as I was eating my dinner (pizza and brocoli) in front of the TV and Tom was showing off his new book (101 sex toys). Being terrified of wasps, I was most glad of Tom's presence, thinking that he would be a hero-of-sorts and kill it for me with bug spray and a rolled up newspaper. Alas, I was mistaken and he was just as pathetic as I was. When it happened to fly into the light fitting, he screamed "trap it under a coaster! Maybe it'll suffocate and die." I doubt this, given the size of the wasp in relation to that of the lightfitting and am sure there is enough oxygen in there for it to survive for a good while yet. So darkness it is then.
Other things of note are on my mind, but not yet in coherent enough words to relate. More another time.
Though all the weekend days until this evening, I've had people either staying over, or not leaving until the small hours, so I haven't exactly been lonesome.
And during the working week, apres Tae Kwon Do class or even just after work, I've been tired enough that an hour of recorded TV with my dinner is quite sufficient entertainment before I tumble into bed.
Naturally, I've attempted to keep the house tidy enough that my parents won't want to just turn around and leave again the second they step through the door. So I made good use of washing machine, tumble-drier, dishwasher... even washed up saucepans by hand, threw out food from the fridge if it was out of date, did the vacuuming - I can be quite domesticated when the need arises. Need arose in the aftermath of sunday night's gathering, during which I got drunk on cocktails (which I suspect were made almost entirely of gin and most of which were handed to me by Tom) and went to sleep before my last guests had even left. Yes, need to pick up hundreds of bits of raw spaghetti and popcorn from my kitchen floor, thanks to midnitevulture's drunken antics, as well as the usual bottles to get rid of, carpets to clean, etc. Twas fun though, and I did have thespianpythia and yato to help me with it all.
I am typing in near darkness and squinting because I can't turn on the light in here, for fear that it will set fire to the wooden coaster which is currently serving as a lid to the lightfitting, preventing a particularly large wasp from escaping. This wasp appeared as if from nowhere on tuesday evening as I was eating my dinner (pizza and brocoli) in front of the TV and Tom was showing off his new book (101 sex toys). Being terrified of wasps, I was most glad of Tom's presence, thinking that he would be a hero-of-sorts and kill it for me with bug spray and a rolled up newspaper. Alas, I was mistaken and he was just as pathetic as I was. When it happened to fly into the light fitting, he screamed "trap it under a coaster! Maybe it'll suffocate and die." I doubt this, given the size of the wasp in relation to that of the lightfitting and am sure there is enough oxygen in there for it to survive for a good while yet. So darkness it is then.
Other things of note are on my mind, but not yet in coherent enough words to relate. More another time.