January 17, 2008 – 2:10 pm
Nina and Z looking at the baby chortling to himself in his sleep:
“What do you think he could be dreaming of that’s so amusing?”
“New ways to torment me.”
“I think it’s bosoms. GIANT BOSOMS.”
“Being perched like a maraschino cherry on top of the biggest bosom in the world.”
“Being centerstage surrounded by endless dancing spinning bosoms like [...]
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.
August 28, 2007 – 4:46 pm
N: No, no no. This isn’t right! Stop enjoying yourself and come help me clean!
Z: Do I have to?
N: Yes, you do! Because if I’m tidying and you’re gaming it’s not fair.
Z: Well what about when I was helping your mother move all by myself and carried endless boxes and bags for days on end? [...]
August 20, 2007 – 4:52 pm
Sheparded by my loving commentary and rising levels of freaked-outness Z sought Actual Medical Attention (thus sorrowfully breaking a 15 year streak of not going to the doctor) and went away with antibiotics (which in true style, he has been incredibly absentminded about taking; thankfully my analness on this subject helped counterbalance).
Hence began a week-long [...]
August 13, 2007 – 12:43 pm
Z has developed a lump on his back, which I’ve been on his case about to get sorted with loving statements such as this one:
N:Go get it looked at! Soon! If not immediately! Morever, I don’t understand why it didn’t just occur to you yourself to get it sorted out when you noticed it was [...]
While I snoozed on the sofa and had disturbing dreams about small planes Z indulged his latest passion, Flight Simulator. And while I dreamed about being trapped in Cessnas and soaring on thermals and an incessant, maddening beeping noise Z pretended to fly some anarchic glider plane over the desert whose instruments made the [...]
October 6, 2006 – 5:14 pm
Five weeks ago Z’s mum was in hospital where the diagnosis of ‘chronic bronchitis’ became ’suspected malignancy in the right lung’. The fact that it was lung cancer did not surpirse anyone considering a) how much the woman smoked and b) that she had worked in the chemical industry all her adult life. It also [...]
To celebrate me turning 26 we went to Cornwall.
It had:
Tide mandated parking
Porno Mermaids
Lovely scenery
Now I’m back in London, quietly expiring on my day off while the neighbours upstairs seem to be having sex and doing DIY at the same time. More power to them.
The music was playing and time was slowing down and flowing around me like water and I was walking to the altar as though in a dream. And then there we were, standing together, he and I with the minister and our two attendants, still giggling at each other like teenagers except by now we [...]
