Dear Diary,
This day marks 15 and a half months of imprisonment in this frustrating world, and this miserable fleshly shell.
I hate the fact that I cannot watch airplanes every waking breathing moment of my day, and I hate having my nappy changed, but most of all I hate my mother. She’s such a bitch!
Take yesterday, [...]
December 29, 2008 – 5:40 pm
Now and Then
Z is babysitting by sleeping next to the baby in its little caged enclosure. The baby is amusing itself by pulling at his chest hairs. It is hard to picture a more idyllic family scene.
It seems so weird to think that a year ago I was hugely pregnant, taking up most of the [...]
November 1, 2008 – 10:32 am
pole dancing Originally uploaded by rainsinger.
Presenting the world’s smallest pole dancer.
There are many aspects of Britishness and Englishness and Life On The Isle which I love and embrace with all my heart. But the British sea is not one of them.*
Both Z and I spent a hefty part of our formative years on the Adriatic and Meditteranean coastline, which is why both of us view [...]
November 19, 2007 – 2:48 pm
Ways in which my husband is a contrary creature:
1. When in the evenings being faced with the suggestion that he might like to do something bonding-like with the baby and acquiring a look in his eyes which suggests that he has a deep yearning to play computer games. On the other hand, when under the [...]
August 30, 2007 – 9:41 pm
what happens when you and your husband have the same shoe size
Originally uploaded by rainsinger.
Z: (defensively ) I couldn’t find my slippers.
(even more defensively) They are very comfortable.
N: You are a beautiful butterfly.
December 7, 2005 – 3:56 pm
Living With Sagittarius – Part II
The other day Z and I had a brief conversation about possibly officially living together from next year and what that would be like.
N: (misty eyed dreaminess) Do you think we’d be happy if we lived together?
Z: Well, I don’t know. I mean what is happiness? And how can we [...]
October 31, 2005 – 3:53 pm
I can’t believe I am about to say this, but after only three days off work with disease and injury I am growing bored of daytime telly. I feel like a woman who gets to move in with her idolised first crush only to discover that they’re not all you thought them to be. It’s [...]
August 11, 2005 – 2:44 pm
Nina, trying to convince Z that he wants to go see The Rising [a glorious piece of Bollywood] with me.
Z: Oh no no no. It sounds horrible.
N: But I bet it’s visually stunning. This is Indian cinema that has been adapted a bit for the west. A bit like Hero and The House of Flying [...]
