I’ve pulled, Stubby, Dripping and New Arrivals
Before you rush off excitedly to buy wedding presents and the like, take heed of the very important punctuation in that heading.
I’ve pulled a muscle
It was toward the end of last night’s badminton that I pulled. Attempting an impressing (and unstopable) smash, I felt a sudden twang in my right forearm, near the elbow.
I’ve pulled a muscle, I thought to myself and - do you know - it seems I was right. By Jingo it’s been sore today.
New Arrivals
Looking out of the bedroom window this morning to see how Colleen was feeling I was surprised to see that she was sitting a bit higher on the “nest” than usual. In fact, my opening the window startled her somewhat and off she flew (to Angie’s roof), revealing …
Fear not - she’s back tonight, protecting the chicks from the torrential rain.
Stubby
Ah, Stubby. We had lunch together today (a swift drink in the Ribs Of Beef, if you must know). En route she was complaining about the way some things are working for her in the office.
“Yes, I know. I get that all the time.”
“So it’s not just me?”
“Not at all. We’re so similar we should be a couple.” She said nothing. “or maybe just good friends.” She nodded.
Well, I’m glad that’s resolved. No, really, I am. The contradictory “messages” were driving me mad madder.
Dripping
One of the drawbacks of having moved into the lovely air conditioned orifice 20 minutes’ walk from the city centre is that idiots still book you into half hour meetings in Slurry Street mid-afternoon (rather than at the very start or very end of the day when it could be on your way to/from work). There was such a meeting today and off I trooped, taking with me an umbrella in case it came on rain, as was being threatened.
As I approached Slurry Street there were indeed spots of rain, but not enough to justify unwrapping the umbrella. Coming out, half an hour later, was a different story. It was hammering it down and even with an umbrella I was soaked to the skin by the time I got back to the orifice. I splashed my folder onto my desk and announced to Leah “I’m off home to dry off.”
And so I was.
August 23rd, 2006 at 7:14 pm
Colleen. That cracks me up. As for those mixed messages, damnit, they kill me. Maybe one day I’ll face the fact that if they are mixed it never will be like I have fooled myself to hope for. Alas and alack.
August 24th, 2006 at 6:54 am
As the dove offspring have appeared by satelite dish they could be called “Rupert” and “Murdoch”.