Frizz

Hey, diggers don’t work in the rain. They are resting.

Z and I were going to have a daytrip to the beach… but we need the rain.

The electronic sign on the station wasn’t working, so I got on what I thought was the right train and asked a couple of people if it went to my stop. If you are not from London, you have to understand that this is like asking if Mars has six hats. They just ignored me, the mad woman. I looked around and noticed a woman who had been sitting next to me on the tube raise her head from her book and look at me blankly. I had to ask three times before I at least knew the train would go to the stop before mine. When we arrived there, the signs still weren’t working; ironically the train driver had obviously decided that he too wouldn’t let us know where the train was going. God I thought, I have to ask again, I was too tired to end up going in the wrong direction. I took a deep breath went to the other side of the carriage and this time a guy answered - I was on the right train – phew. As the train pulled up at my stop, I couldn’t believe it, the woman who had stared at me blankly, put her book (Charlotte Bronte’s Shirley) in her bag and stood up to get off.

As I was coming out of the station, imagining all the **** things I would say to the woman given half the chance, I heard a couple talking about Chinese food and remembering I needed to get a takeaway – no food in the fridge – I asked them if they knew a good place, we had a brief chat, they gladly recommended one and it turned out they really wanted some Indian food and I pointed them in the direction of a really good takeaway.

Just back from seeing Little Miss Sunshine and am still laughing. Lovely film, wonderful story, great script and little gems of performances. Alan Arkin was hysterical. Real life beauty pageants for six year olds are just scary, it says something sad when mums want their kids to look like that. If you haven’t seen it and need a laugh, I highly recommend it.

The real thing; Mozartkugel brought back from Salzburg by T. A little battered and bruised, but yummy all the same.

I got to lie down so I could only see the tops of the needles out of the corners of my eyes and I decided not to lift my head up to see anymore. It was an odd experience, it was quite painful when she turned the needles, the aching feeling was intense, but didn’t last long. At one point a couple felt like they were needles sticking into me - is that supposed to happen? I hadn’t known to eat anything beforehand, so she did less than she would have done; it can make you dizzy. I felt a little lightheaded afterwards and went to grab some lunch. I decided that I was fine to work so went off to an archive. There was a guy there, doing some family research in my field, so one of the librarians wanted to introduce us. I was able to make a few suggestions, but not much more. He wanted to know specifics, where they probably no longer exist. As he was leaving he held out his hand to shake hands and I thought it would be rude not to and we were in a library and he was a little hard of hearing, so we shook hands and he had one of those wonderful strong grips – firm and solid, but it didn’t do my wrist any good, I held my breath for a few moments, the painful vibrations pulsing through my arm.

by Bob Dylan’s Modern Times.

…I wish. The view from my window… A three year old boys idea of heaven… but not mine…

I’m having some acupuncture tomorrow for the first time ever and I’m kinda apprehensive about it. It’s for the wrist, which is still so screwed. The thing is I’m fine with needles just so long as I don’t see them, that count’s for blood tests and anything dental, which works out well, as it’s usually just a quick jab. My dilemma with the acupuncture is should I look at the needles – I’m presuming they are going to be in for a while and I’m not sure I’m capable of keeping my eyes shut throughout, but if I open them midway I might go all squeamish.

Friends and I are always reminiscing about playing outside when we were children and what a shame it is that kids nowadays don’t seem to be allowed out on their own. We’d be out in the morning, return for lunch and out again until dinner. We used to get up to all sorts, from snooping (quite harmlessly) in neighbours gardens to playing allsorts of imaginary games, on our own two feet, on bikes, roller-skates or skateboards. So I heard a scary conspiracy theory on the radio this morning, that the belief that it’s not safe for children to play outside has been created in order to sell more toys/consumer goods, which they’ll need to keep them entertained whilst they’re stuck inside.