I, Cesare
I've been sleep walking a lot recently, not just walking either I've been doing all sorts of things in my sleep apparently. Some of them useful (I'm told that I tend to follow instructions ), some of them mildly embarrasing, but up until a few nights ago the actions of this somnambulist Hyde hasn't caused me anything more than a slight smile and a vague apology when informed of it the next morning.
However a few nights ago I got out of bed, went over to Polly's bed and tried to pick her up, dropping her in the process. Lola who was in the same bed woke up as I lifted Polly out and tried to retrieve the screaming child from the floor. However I just stood over Polly in the way so that in the end Lola had to scream at me and give me a push.
I remember nothing of this, just vaguely Polly screaming and a feeling of resentment at being pushed, but even that feels like a dream. Lola was livid and I think it's pretty scary. Like I say everything else I've done has been basicaly harmless.
Maybe I should be tied down. Why should this particular habit resurface now in any case?
And the list of my misdemeanors goes on... I made that fatal faux par that should be avoided at any cost by those living temporarily in other people's flats. I opened the front door without checking who it was first. It was of course the TV liscense man. I made a pretty poor showing of lying about the contents of the flat too. "ummm no, no I don't think we have a TV, or rather I don't live here so I don't know.....ah yes that is my name on the door - I live here sometimes and no we don't have a TV..."
So Lola's a bit pissed off about that as well.
Otherwise, still not much to report from Stockholm. At least nothing that I can think of right now. I went to check out the new club at VInterträdgåden on friday night, and despite the nice name it was very boring and nothing at all interesting happened. Except than when I got back home I couldn't find my keys and noone woke when I banged on the door so ended up sleeping on the door step. At least I did until I was woken by what sounded like terrifying voices coming from the stairway so started pounding on the front door like a mad man screaming for them to open up. Alchol is a wonderful thing.
Current Reading: The Sea - John Banville
However a few nights ago I got out of bed, went over to Polly's bed and tried to pick her up, dropping her in the process. Lola who was in the same bed woke up as I lifted Polly out and tried to retrieve the screaming child from the floor. However I just stood over Polly in the way so that in the end Lola had to scream at me and give me a push.
I remember nothing of this, just vaguely Polly screaming and a feeling of resentment at being pushed, but even that feels like a dream. Lola was livid and I think it's pretty scary. Like I say everything else I've done has been basicaly harmless.
Maybe I should be tied down. Why should this particular habit resurface now in any case?
And the list of my misdemeanors goes on... I made that fatal faux par that should be avoided at any cost by those living temporarily in other people's flats. I opened the front door without checking who it was first. It was of course the TV liscense man. I made a pretty poor showing of lying about the contents of the flat too. "ummm no, no I don't think we have a TV, or rather I don't live here so I don't know.....ah yes that is my name on the door - I live here sometimes and no we don't have a TV..."
So Lola's a bit pissed off about that as well.
Otherwise, still not much to report from Stockholm. At least nothing that I can think of right now. I went to check out the new club at VInterträdgåden on friday night, and despite the nice name it was very boring and nothing at all interesting happened. Except than when I got back home I couldn't find my keys and noone woke when I banged on the door so ended up sleeping on the door step. At least I did until I was woken by what sounded like terrifying voices coming from the stairway so started pounding on the front door like a mad man screaming for them to open up. Alchol is a wonderful thing.
Current Reading: The Sea - John Banville