Beloved:  *unbelievably cheerful* Sparky!   Hurry home, I miss you!

Sparky: *suspicious look at phone* what did you do?

Beloved: What? Can’t I just…

Sparky:No. What did you do?

Beloved: Look, before you get mad…

Sparky: I’m saving time, I’m already mad.

Beloved: But listen, listen, listen, because this is actually good ( Read more... )

A few years ago now, my brother moved to Anglesey, in Wales. He has visited multiple times since then (clearing out the cupboards every time - it’s like being visited by Huns)  but I’ve never had occasion to schlep over to Wales to visit him. He insisted I take a weekend to come see him and take him to their wonderful local lobster restaurant. ( Read more... )

Friday evening I had to pick Beloved up (his car is dead, again. I honestly have no idea what he does to his car - beats the engine with hammers I think) where he had decamped to a pub (Beloved doesn’t do waiting - which inevitably means if he’s ever waiting for you he will go do something or go to a pub and then you end up waiting for him). If ( Read more... )

So the instruments where items he was holding for a feriend who... does instrumenty-type stuff (I don't know, I don't like them so, consequently, don't pay much attention to their stuff).

It was only a temporary occurrence.

But he says he may be able to borrow them and more whenever he wants.

He apparently thinks this is a good thing.

I disagree.

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So it’s Saturday morning and I follow my usual routine, stagger out of bed around 10:00 (not a morning person, will not be a morning person, will stay up until 5:00am quite happily. Night time is good) and stagger down stairs. With much zombie groaning I fill my lovely pint mug with coffee (it has a warning on it, ordering people to a minimum ( Read more... )

It is now National Coming Out Day UK (one day later, don’t ask me why) and after much umming and ahhing, I’m deciding to share my own coming Out story.

It’s not that it’s a big secret, I’ve alluded to it in passing before, after all. My reluctance stems from the tone of the day - everyone is so happy and so celebratory and bouncing and sharing ( Read more... )

 Now, there’s a very simple pasta bake recipe I tend not to use (I think it’s just a nasty lasagne without layers) but Beloved can usually manage. It involves mince (that’d be ground beef for the cruel abusers of the English language out there), chopped tomatoes, a few herbs, an onion, some garlic, some mushrooms. They’re all cooked together and ( Read more... )

Since Beloved has been doing his gardening thing still, I found myself rather over-run with salady-type things ( Read more... )

I try to be an organised person - in particular I always make sure I have food ready to defrost and cook just in case I find myself unable to cook and I am faced with the dire threat of Beloved cooking. Beloved reheating I can just about manage (though it’s criminal what he has done to my food before now), but cooking? I’m a good person, I don’t ( Read more... )

So today I was wandering along and happened to see one of my exs (exes? An ex anyway). Beloved, rightly, commented that I was looking waaay hotter than him which is, of course, what all right thinking people hope to be the case when spying an unpleasant ex and yet I didn’t smile as it deserved ( Read more... )