Matei has decided to start going to bed later and waking up earlier (ostensibly so he can have more time in which to babble baby nonsense at me) and I'm not sure what to call this crime (mutiny? sedition? treason? disturbing the peace?) but I Do Not Like It and I'm refusing to go down without a fight. Guerilla countermeasures have been initiated, ( Read more... )

There's broken glass on the kitchen floor. From where I dropped a glass, not in drunkeness but arthritis. I still haven't picked it up yet even though on this morning's journeyings through the kitchen I could hear the tiny pieces crunching. There's something almost pleasing about broken glass, its jaggedness ( Read more... )

Today, I'm ill. My throat is swollen and my muscles ache and I could swear that my head has grown to three times its normal size and has been ambushe by a marching band of tiny gnomes who have set up camp in it somewhere between the frontal lobes. Therefore, if this sorry state does nae improve by the end of day I may not be able to make it to the ( Read more... )

One of my favourite memories I'm about three years old there.


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Thanks to verlaine and saucebook for the moral support and company last night, and to saucebook for introducing me to the most excellent Cuban bar in Camden where we chatted to a cute Greek barman named Angelo and drank the beauttiful coctails he made ( Read more... )

I overdid it on the exercise on Wednesday because I've got inflammation of both calf muscles, making me lurch like a zombie or an Addams Family servant whenever I attempt walking much to the amusement of small children and random passerbyes ( Read more... )