No internet!

OK, I'm internetless for the next eon, ahem, 2/3 weeks, so no blogs till then. Don't know how I'll cope without internet you kow. How did they do it in the old days?

I'll be back soon! xxx

Doctors don't fall ill

Miserable Londoners. Coughing and spluttering over everyone else. Inconsiderate, selfish sods the lot of them.

I never get ill. For God's sake, its unethical!!! I'd rant more but it seems to be worsening my headache.

On top of that, I have myself a direly evil life-determining exam coming up, rather quickly. Time has just escalated, exponentially. The world is against me today.

The only up side of today was the discovery of Nikos Vertis. Bloody Gorgeous...
Gary Sinise was my highlight yesterday, and today :) Ahhhhh.... my headache has lessened with the thought.

Oh yes, the painting saga has ended. Thank the Lord. My brother has come to the conclusion that by having him obsess with perfection and completion, and work himself to the bone till he fell ill (ah, so he was the source of the cursed virus that has rendered me grumpy and energyless!), his wife is trying to kill him. Dear me, the paranoia, the delusions.....

Its a bit much, non? :) Qu'est-ce que tu pense?

Interior decorating

I'm the most normal member of my household. The rest of them are nuts. I was very fortunate I think in that I inherited the recessive sane gene. I relate to Gerald Durrell, one of my favourite books is his "My Family and Other Animals". My siblings and parents are all crazed. It's actually hysterical.

My elder brother has had a week off. His wife and himself have taken the "tedious" task of interior decorating. Unfortunately they have different tastes. My elder brother forgetting his wife's birthday mid week didn't help either. Their task was to paint the second bedroom 7 days later they've succeeded. Painting the bedroom, 7 times over. They had a difference of opinion as to what colour they should paint it. And the clever people had to do the entire room to make up their mind whether they liked it or not. My delicate sister in law's hands blistered after half a walls worth of painting; a combination of this and my brothers lapse of memory resulted in his responsibilty to complete the room, satisfactorily.

He did, a beautiful pale green, much like the saree I'm wearing in the corner. However the clever lot couldn't sleep at night as it apparently glowed in the dark and dazzled them allnight.

What do you say to that, eh? My Roger Moore eyebrow was at its best that day.

So they persevered. And realised if you bought just samples of the paint then you wouldnt have to paint the entire room! So the next day I enter the rainbow'd bedroom. They're born grafitti artists. They finally settled on a colour which my brother actually concocted himself. They're awfully proud.

Took them an entire week to paint a room. 7Th time lucky. Deserve a pat on the back they do.

Meanwhile, I was attempting to read through my Kirk, and spent a glorious afternoon snoozing on it and soaking the sunshine. 15 hours of sleep. Sacrilegious, I know :)

Salsa

I've been rather awful on my lessons recently. Started last year, in full throttle, which then died away as , well to put it mildly, my career took over. To be honest, I wonder where I had the time to even go then! Ah the warped lives we lead, giving a comfortable future and the ability to finance one cardiac bypass's in 30 years time, during which one's coronaries spasm secondary due to the stresses of the lifestyles one will lead on the next 30 years. Such silly people.

Anyway, I went after a month of not going yesterday. I took my darling friend A, with me to introduce her to it. She and I are in similar stages at the moment. Perhaps hers worse than mine, but she's doing fabulously. Far stronger individual.

Actually, I believe she had a good time. Once we'd finished, and I apologised to the girl I slapped and the other girl whose foot i stamped on, we strolled back home. Wasn't it a lovely day yesterday! The weather here is just perfect! Yes you out-of-london-ers, London weather, em whats' the words, 'rocks'! (dear me am I being influenced? Damn the contamination! :) )

A and I both came to the conclusion that's we'd gone to salsa on an odd day. The majority of the girls were at their sexiest. The flash skirts and skin tight jeans, with the impractical stilettoes, they were certainly a lad's sight to behold. Was actually impressed. Fashionable lot here. Did they know about that men often come up close and have odd breath, and have sweaty palms? Oh yes, we've to take the good with the bad right?

Shame oriental city's closing down. I refuse to believe it. You know what, I'm not going to talk about it. And I dont want to hear another word about it!

OK, now that I'm past my unreasonable and irrational phase, where was I?
You know its important for one to have insight into oneself? I acquired most of mine through rude awakenings, and it being spelt out to me at about 80 decibels. But at least I have; many are still clueless as to what their flaws are. It's a very fine balance though, between optimism and insecurities. Dear me, I digress!

I've some free time on my hands at the moment which is why I'm actually here. I used to do alot of emailing, which was a form of a journal in a way. I'm restarting it :) But (Kusssaaa!) I have to go now!

Have to go see my gem of a nephew who apparently looks like me, shouts like me, has a similar voice type, has the same skin allergies, and the same taste in music. Adorable chap I tell you.

Introduction please

Hi :)

Welcome to my world, ladies and gentlemen, and others. Might be a tad unusual, or even mundane for your tastes, but we are all tailored differently. So to the special few out there, bless you darlings and enjoy the read!

First time onboard, breaking barriers here, who knows what may come of this...
Being the cynic I am, I feel 'blogging' (which I find an amusing yet inarticulate descriptive term, is it american?) seems to be not only a form of relaxation to myself but might even do the same to others.

Must one find reason and benefits in all of ones actions?

My sister just told me it's a waste of time. She has just lost her invitation...

I do see her view point, but lets see where this goes. And lasts :)

So where's that cup of hazelnut coffee?
Sit back, feet up, stretch, and prepare to be amused!