( The first third of Clovember brought to you by the little phone-computer connector cable that I finally managed to locate under the sofa and extricate from the gleeful death grip of the cats after only a week of searching for it )

Matei insists on accurate reportingMatei has spent two weeks gallivanting with my mum around Belgrade and providing us with regular updates of his progress, like so ( Read more... )

1:00 am In the process of attempted conflict-resolution I have a stupid and ridiculous hissed fight with Z about what I said that he said that I said, whose main points are my irritation at his selective listening and the fact that I feel extra-cranky from the virus. I stalk off to the living room with my Kindle ( Read more... )

I appear to have accomplished very little today. I blame this on Helena's newfound passion for hurtling drunkenly around the house pulling things off shelves and out of drawers, leaving them behind like a trail of breadcrumbs to help her find her way back to the wood. A trail that I, like the birds in the story, keep picking up in her wake. This is ( Read more... )

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