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3BT – bright, underage pub goers, salty slices

I’ve been neglecting my beautiful things of late. Naughty louisa, naughty.

1. Even though I wake up earlier than normal, I feel thoroughly refreshed and ready for the day. The sun shines brightly into the room.

2. The bar is overrun with babies. There are six downstairs (in three separate parties) and upstairs in the restaurant there is a full antenatal group meeting upstairs. The lovely barman runs to the door whenever someone arrives with a pram to welcome them and point them in the right direction. He rushes up and down the stairs carrying prams and generally being cheerful. All the babies repay his kindness with silent stares and contented chunters.

3. Pink meat sliced so thin it melts on the tongue.

3BT – musty, dusty, surreal, feral, exploration

25/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. My fingers smell of old, dried glue.

2. A circle of matte green-grey shoots have appeared in the garden. Only time will tell what they’ll be.

3. As I leave the theatre, a woman is holding a fake hand prop in her arms like a sleeping baby.

4. Carbon spot it first: a fox running down the road outside our house – the first we’ve seen here. We watch it until it disappears back into the woods.

5. The cats decide that 10pm on a chilly January evening is the ideal time to explore the front of the house. Carbon runs a beat across the empty recycling bins then climbs a tree; Carla explores the street and the gardens across the road; and Boron, manic-eyed Boron, celebrates every new outside discovery by racing back into the house to check everything’s alright in there. I stand under the street light and watch it all.

Last week’s Tweets (up to 2010-01-24)

24/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

@tim_waters yay! hope you'll be very happy there. you should get a cat! ;) in reply to tim_waters #
Has a bloody lip after being headbutted by the cat. #
Got overwhelmed at drama: the kids' 1st rehearsal & my first time looking at the script. It'll come together but right now, *head explode*. #
Looked after BabyJoe while Katherine was busy. A calamity-free sojourn aside from when I threw baby milk all over both of us. Sticky now. #
Left alone in the office while everyone else is making tea/emptying bins. Wish I had 5 whoopie cushions. #
Autopilot. Nearly got on the bus to the old house not the new one. #
Sounds like all the cool kids are at NWRUG this evening. The draw of Brightbox-sponsored pizza, eh? :) #
meh. #
For dinner, I would like bbqed king prawn, mango & pepper chunk kebabs. Am likely to have fish'n'chips. Not quite the same but still ace. #
The cat is sniffing my laptop warily as if he can smell the dogs I'm reading about on the Dogs Trust website. #

3BT – wide awake, sleepy, somewhere else for a moment

21/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. Despite promises that he’d go to sleep if I walked around the block, Joe wide-eyed stares with a concerned look on his face, wondering why he’s being pushed around by a strange fuzzy lady. Then, about ten minutes in, he realises I’m cool and is all smiles for the rest of the walk. When we return to our starting point to wait for the end of his mum’s appointment, I throw milk over the both of us. I think he’s rather glad when his mum reappears to wipe us off.

2. Heads nod rhythmically by the time we hit Rodley. The air on the bus is stifling, coma-inducing but the traffic is on our side and we sail through Calverley with barely a pause. Stepping out onto the pavement reminds me of the plunge pool at the Turkish baths.

3. Caius accidentally knocks over the heater in the office. The bang jolts us all for a few seconds. Later, at home, the tongs snap apart as I’m loading the stove and I’m jolted again. Our brains are frighteningly unaccustomed to the out of the ordinary.

3BT – reward + walk = rewalk, can’t wait, so soft

20/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. I finish an unpleasant task a lot quicker than I expect which means I have time for a walk with the cats in the woods. They bounce and chase through the decaying leaves then follow me home.

2. I learn about herbs from one book and wild foods from the other. I can’t wait for Spring to kick in.

3. The new brushed cotton sheet is taut and heavenly.

3BT – not a beautiful thing, stash, tails up

19/1/2010 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. John chewing his food is not a beautiful thing. Especially when he is pointing at the half-chewed food in his open mouth and indicating that he and it are beautiful things. No, no.

2. I’ve unintentionally forgotten to visit two of my favourite web comics for a few weeks so have a stash of unread strips waiting for me today.

3. Tails in the air, they bounce single-file through the dining room door to welcome their dad home from the pub.

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