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3BT – other people

23/4/2012 / louisa / 0 Comments

I’ve often said I don’t particularly like people – I’m not very good at dealing with people. I do however like many individual persons a lot. Three beautiful things about some persons from my day:

1. The bank’s solicitor. Changing from letters to email completely changes the tone of our communication – no longer terribly formal, we’re suddenly on first name terms, using smileys, jokes and “have a fab weekend!”s.

2. The best friends. “It’s hard to believe but she’s only 20 days older than me. If I look like her in 20 days, I want botox!” – “she” cuffs “I” around the head then pulls her in for a buddy hug while the rest of us laugh.

3. The taxi driver. We have an incredibly animated chat about how we’ve left behind our gaming devices (him = PSP, me = Nintendo DS) in favour of our phones. We spend most of the journey laughing at our own goofiness.

3BT – role playing, perfect fit, playing our roles

21/4/2012 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. Lily is the human and I am the dog for a short while. I snore loudly and hoof her while she looks unimpressed: we’re playing our roles perfectly.

2. Another day of tiling but it finishes on a high note: the space at the back of the kitchen is exactly three tiles wide.

3. The worst thing about playing a “massively multiplayer online role playing game” is, often, the “massively multiplayer” bit: people insulting others during team games and the like. But sometimes, all those people go away and we group of strangers work together perfectly. For two battlegrounds in a row (AV and BfG for fellow WoW geeks), we fight the good fight and deftly capture nodes, and no one calls anyone else names.

3BT – dwarfs us, the bigger the laugh, stretch

21/4/2012 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. Our new sofa is rather long – John, who is 6’3 when he stands up straight, can lie flat on it, stretching out his arms and feet and still not touch the ends. It makes us feel like little children again.

2. A song about loving laughter – I mean both enjoying laughter and laughter that is warm rather than cruel.

3. The elasticity of the chapatti before it tears.

3BT – pretty hound, registering them, acts of kindness (and inaction)

1. Lily sticks her head around the doorway, ears raised. She looks gorgeous against the flat lime wall. I enjoy the moment and the colours before going to get my camera but she’s moved by the time I get back. I get this snap a few seconds later instead by way of compensation:

2. Laughter and jokes with each little friendship group is such a nice way to start the session that I decide to do it more often.

3. After Clare linked to it in her Three Beautiful Things post the other day, I spend the dead minutes of the day – waiting for tea to brew, waiting at the bus stop and on my journeys to & from the theatre – reading stories from the Acts of Kindness on the Tube series. There are big gestures but as Clare says, it’s amazing how the smallest things really matter to people – the gift of a tissue, a bottle of water or a helping hand down stairs. It puts me in a good mood for the whole day.

(Well, it does but with a tingling of regret at the back of it – a not so beautiful thing. About a month after I moved to Leeds in 2000, there was a giant music festival in Roundhay Park — BBC Radio 1’s imitation of Love Parade. It was giant because it was promoted nationally by the main national pop radio station and because it was free & ticket-free too. I don’t know how many people they expected to turn up but it was massive – attendance of around 300,000 people (for comparison, Glastonbury is between 130,000-150,000 these days and the City of Leeds had a resident population in 2001 of around 700,000). The city centre was overwhelmed – nearly a third of a million people arrived in the city centre without warning or adequate transport arranged. I can’t remember how we got to Roundhay Park in the end and remember little about the time there*, but can recall a fair bit about the chaos in the town centre and the streets down through Harehills when it was time to go home. The thing that sticks most clearly in my mind though is what ties it back to today’s post: outside Leeds Railway Station’s main doors, in the middle of the hyped up swarm, I saw a middle aged lady sat on a suitcase. She was bewildered and scared, tears streaming down her face while trying to make herself as small and invisible as possible. I wanted to go to her – to help her with my shiny new knowledge of the city – but I froze. I hadn’t properly identified my glaring social ineptness and found it even more difficult to deal with than I do now. I just watched from the other side of the street and then myself was swept away by whatever took me to the east of the city to the park. Needless to say, as that is my main surviving memory from the day, my inaction must have scarred me deeply and I’ve made a little personal vow to not leave anyone alone like that again. I’ve worried about her for 12 years now but actually, having read those many stories of kindness on the Tube, I’m more hopefully that a braver, less socially broken, person came by not long after me and helped her out. I really, really hope that was the case.)

* snapshots: not having any phone coverage – the first time that had happened to me because of too many people around; my friend Emma telling me that the trees on the horizon looked like broccoli; the dusty former grassy giving way to tarmac and not understanding why (there is a road through the park); and, standing at the top of the hill looking down on the endless swarm of people.

3BT – not exactly graceful, real moments, my favourite dessert

16/4/2012 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. There is just about nothing funnier than watching a chicken run directly at you.

2. There is, understandably, so much faked emotion in the drama studio that it makes real emotion – split-your-face grins, bursts of laughter exploding out of usually too-cool people, and coy smiles hiding swollen pride after compliments – seem all the more precious.

3. Chocolate melt in the middle puddings. The heavy, wet sponge is almost black, which contrasts beautifully with a splash of cream.

3BT – begins with the dog, tree, brickwork, and it ends with a dog story too

15/4/2012 / louisa / 0 Comments

1. John is playing with the dog while I’m waking up. The game involves him throwing a sock on the bed and her overly-excitedly bounding over to pick it up. The sock lands on my belly and she lands on my legs with a heavy thump to pick it up. After a few throws elsewhere, the sock lands on my face: she plods up my body, legs straddling my chest, then extracts the sock with the gentlest precision manoeuvre. The hairs on her chin tickle my cheek.

2. A perfectly proportioned tree just coming into leaf.

3. Neat new pointing in between the rough old stones.

4. As I sit on the cold concrete block outside the abandoned building, I regret changing our plan: instead of getting the bus home as usual, I suggested John (and Lily) pick me up on the way home from his mum’s (her grandma’s) house and we can go for a walk in Bingley. I have to wait more than half an hour but it’s worth it in the end: we have the park around the river to ourselves — well, except for some ducks. Lily paddles in the water and we walk around in the fading evening sun, catching up on our afternoons apart.

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