Two months ago we had the displeasure of meeting a brand new station manager. It stood beside our previous boss, and was dwarfed by him. In every sense of the word.
It was standing there, trying to look down at us rabble, but not quite managing it due to its, let´s say scarce height. Best next thing [...]
Archive for November, 2008
S.O.B.
Posted in I cannot think of any., tagged boss, station manager on November 29, 2008 | 3 Comments »
I wanna be like you, mancub
Posted in Comfortably insane. on November 25, 2008 | 2 Comments »
The sky is leaden, grey clouds let fall onto the already soaked earth litres and litres of rain. Even the air is wet.
The only intelligent way to spend the afternoon is to dry up in front of the fire with a nice cup of tea and chocolate biscuits.
And a good film. And this is the [...]
A day in the life
Posted in Poetry is crimson on November 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Dawn paints a golden haze above the horizon
Warmth slowly melts the frozen drops of dew
Alarm clock rings and I get up.
Kids wake up with sleepy faces
Cats look slightly interested from their cushions
Yawning and stretching their legs.
Sun rises over the distant forest
Kids leave home with their satchels and their books
I go for a walk with the [...]
Crisis? What crisis?
Posted in Comfortably insane. on November 18, 2008 | 4 Comments »
It is not yet winter but the weather is as cold as my boss’ heart. I decided it was time to fill the gas tanks and turn the central heating to full swing.
That was before I knew how much filling the gas tanks would cost. It’s more than three times what I paid last year. [...]
Bedroom walls
Posted in Shocking my mum on November 16, 2008 | 5 Comments »
My daughter has decided to redecorate her room. She has a room of her own, with soft pink walls and flowered curtains matching her duvet cover and pillowcases. She has a pink lava lamp (obviously for decoration) and her white and pink shelves are filled with Barbie dolls and teddy bears.
And suddenly the soft pink [...]
To sleep, perchance to dream
Posted in My people and other animals. on November 12, 2008 | 5 Comments »
No amount of time can erase the memory of a good cat, and no amount of masking tape can ever totally remove his fur from your couch. – Leo Dworken
Anyone knows who was him? He’s so right!
Painting on the run
Posted in I cannot think of any., tagged cats, paintings on November 12, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I have just received a link from Manuel. He’s one of the most intelligent men I have ever met, and he has a really wicked sense of humour – and I just love a wicked sense of humour.
And I love cats.
http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=1560479383964&source=jl99
Mumzilla
Posted in My people and other animals. on November 6, 2008 | 5 Comments »
My mom is a very traditional mother, as mothers go. She is what a mother should be (and I am not). And a mother should treat her daughter as if she was a ten years old child, and of course a mother is always right and a daughter is always wrong.
“Stand by your man. He’s a [...]
Autumn afternoon
Posted in My people and other animals. on November 2, 2008 | 6 Comments »
Autumn is a lovely season (when it is not raining). The forest is at its best, the trees with all those leaves not yet fallen displaying an infinite variety of colours.
A lovely walk through the forest and a comeback home with baskets full of mushrooms, crocus, pinecones, nuts.
Coming home with cold noses and fingers and warming [...]
