The hurty pain of the doormat
01 May 2006 @ 12:41 in Life
My good lady has a slightly disconcerting habit of
rousing herself in the middle of the night
– waking me in the process
– and calmly uttering 24 carat nonsense. I
always forget these gems of insensibility by the
morning, so the other night I grabbed my mobile and
repeated what she'd just said. Are you ready?
"It's a shame we have to lean against the hurty pain of the doormat"
If anyone would care to hazard a guess as to exactly what might have precipitated this statement – she herself remembers saying it, but has no idea why – we'd be interested to hear. As would the shrink.
In other news, I think my new ambition is to live in Winchester. We visited on Saturday with the wife's endearingly eccentric relatives, and despite having been once before, that first visit was brief and limited to the still pretty main street. This time, however, we wandered much more extensively. The architecture is just fabulous; London has seen such extensive rebuilding, particularly after the great fire, that few ancient buildings remain, but in Winchester – the 10th and 11th Century capital of England – you do feel like you've stepped into a time warp.
Better than this, though, are all the streams, channels and rivers that run through the centre of the town. I find the sound of running water particularly relaxing – Pisces is a water sign, after all, and I can never quite dismiss this whole zodiac bunfight – and the presence of ducklings, no bigger than a baby's fist, valiantly bobbing around in some strong currents, made the scene even more idyllic. More photos from the trip here.
"It's a shame we have to lean against the hurty pain of the doormat"
If anyone would care to hazard a guess as to exactly what might have precipitated this statement – she herself remembers saying it, but has no idea why – we'd be interested to hear. As would the shrink.
In other news, I think my new ambition is to live in Winchester. We visited on Saturday with the wife's endearingly eccentric relatives, and despite having been once before, that first visit was brief and limited to the still pretty main street. This time, however, we wandered much more extensively. The architecture is just fabulous; London has seen such extensive rebuilding, particularly after the great fire, that few ancient buildings remain, but in Winchester – the 10th and 11th Century capital of England – you do feel like you've stepped into a time warp.
Better than this, though, are all the streams, channels and rivers that run through the centre of the town. I find the sound of running water particularly relaxing – Pisces is a water sign, after all, and I can never quite dismiss this whole zodiac bunfight – and the presence of ducklings, no bigger than a baby's fist, valiantly bobbing around in some strong currents, made the scene even more idyllic. More photos from the trip here.
