Halp I iz a prizzoner!!1!
Dec. 11th, 2009 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOn the fourteenth day before Xmas, the council sent to me: two fencers fencing. In the steel-and-welding kind of way.
I had been just about to leave for the Lit & Phil, but they are fitting my new gate. Curses, foiled again. (No, no, not that kind of fencing...)
But seriously, I cannot leave the house. Once because they are actually blocking my way out, and once again because though I am sure they would stop work and stand aside to let me squeeze by, I am actually incapable of doing that. I'm almost too shy to ask in the first place, and doubly so in these circumstances, where they have been out there working in the cold for hours while I've been idling in here, reading Alan Bennett's diaries and opening my post (see, the postman got by) and poking mildly at the internets.
I'm even too shy to be caught peeking at them through the windows, and keep ducking out of sight when they lift their heads. They must think I'm weird. (The boys, happily, have no such inhibition and are sitting in the windows watching avidly. "Sparkses, Chazzie! Flying sparkses!" They think it's great entertainment, and all for them.)
So, not going out until they break for lunch, at least. Meanwhile, another cup of coffee and I shall poke at these revisions. Is funny thing: the first vol of the series was full of boys finding girls and vice versa. This vol three? All about the gaystuff.
I had been just about to leave for the Lit & Phil, but they are fitting my new gate. Curses, foiled again. (No, no, not that kind of fencing...)
But seriously, I cannot leave the house. Once because they are actually blocking my way out, and once again because though I am sure they would stop work and stand aside to let me squeeze by, I am actually incapable of doing that. I'm almost too shy to ask in the first place, and doubly so in these circumstances, where they have been out there working in the cold for hours while I've been idling in here, reading Alan Bennett's diaries and opening my post (see, the postman got by) and poking mildly at the internets.
I'm even too shy to be caught peeking at them through the windows, and keep ducking out of sight when they lift their heads. They must think I'm weird. (The boys, happily, have no such inhibition and are sitting in the windows watching avidly. "Sparkses, Chazzie! Flying sparkses!" They think it's great entertainment, and all for them.)
So, not going out until they break for lunch, at least. Meanwhile, another cup of coffee and I shall poke at these revisions. Is funny thing: the first vol of the series was full of boys finding girls and vice versa. This vol three? All about the gaystuff.