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I have a new cell phone, yeah. Not that I expect anyone to phone me except Dorkboy, I mean, it would cost anyone a fortune. But buying the thing, including €10 credit, actually worked out cheaper than a month’ worth of finding pay phones and using them, if you include the time it takes to find a workable pay-phone...
So now, I have a phone, and I feel disconnected. Well, for lack of better word, really. I wanna go and hide somewhere where nobody can find me. With enough notebooks, so I can complete my book. And my stories. And only emerge when, if, I feel the need. *Sigh*. Likely, that is.
Little One has been the child from hell this week. He seems to have decided that Murphy’s Law is attractive and therefore applied it, I think. I am so exhausted, I thought this morning that if that is how an 80 year old feels, I don’t wanna get that old...
Dorkboy told me to go out tomorrow and not come back till the evening. I think I might just do that. Well, duh. We’re picking up Sara’s friend from the airport in the morning, so I’m gonna be out for the morning anyway. And I think I might just escape to the Tapas Bar for the afternoon. There, I can write to my heart’s content. The waiters only turn up if you indicate you want something once you placed your first order of coffee or whatever. That place is bliss. Never mind the laundry that’s waiting. It has been waiting for about three days now. I was going to do it on Wednesday, but found excuses, courtesy of Little One’s behaviour. Thursday we went to Brussels, yesterday I couldn’t be bothered, today Dorkboy told me not to waste valuable shopping time on doing laundry, and I just can’t see him doing it tomorrow. Don’t want him to, either. The man works all week, the last thing he needs to do is his family’s laundry on a Sunday. I guess I should be grateful that I avoided the town centre today. I downright refused, I know I could not have taken it. So instead, I checked my e-mail locally, then went home to cook gulash for Dorkboy, and arranged to meet them at the Tapas Bar at 5pm, pointing out that I wouldn’t mind if they were late meeting me. They were. And I added another 600 words or so to chapter two of Without Magic.
So now, I have a phone, and I feel disconnected. Well, for lack of better word, really. I wanna go and hide somewhere where nobody can find me. With enough notebooks, so I can complete my book. And my stories. And only emerge when, if, I feel the need. *Sigh*. Likely, that is.
Little One has been the child from hell this week. He seems to have decided that Murphy’s Law is attractive and therefore applied it, I think. I am so exhausted, I thought this morning that if that is how an 80 year old feels, I don’t wanna get that old...
Dorkboy told me to go out tomorrow and not come back till the evening. I think I might just do that. Well, duh. We’re picking up Sara’s friend from the airport in the morning, so I’m gonna be out for the morning anyway. And I think I might just escape to the Tapas Bar for the afternoon. There, I can write to my heart’s content. The waiters only turn up if you indicate you want something once you placed your first order of coffee or whatever. That place is bliss. Never mind the laundry that’s waiting. It has been waiting for about three days now. I was going to do it on Wednesday, but found excuses, courtesy of Little One’s behaviour. Thursday we went to Brussels, yesterday I couldn’t be bothered, today Dorkboy told me not to waste valuable shopping time on doing laundry, and I just can’t see him doing it tomorrow. Don’t want him to, either. The man works all week, the last thing he needs to do is his family’s laundry on a Sunday. I guess I should be grateful that I avoided the town centre today. I downright refused, I know I could not have taken it. So instead, I checked my e-mail locally, then went home to cook gulash for Dorkboy, and arranged to meet them at the Tapas Bar at 5pm, pointing out that I wouldn’t mind if they were late meeting me. They were. And I added another 600 words or so to chapter two of Without Magic.
