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desperanceI do not understand myself. I could have stayed in this morning and watched Christopher Plummer on the TV. Christopher Plummer! Whom I have adored since I first saw The Sound of Music (when I would've been c. six years old, and never tell me that I was not born gay, for the evidence is against you)!
Instead? Out I went, into the bitter wind and the ice-glare and a tramp across the moors. Apparently, as he trudges across a snow-plain, a Chaz mutters "oh dear, oh dear oh dear, poor Chaz" to himself, and thus you may know him.
Still. I have come home with purple sprouting and blue Stilton and smoked bacon, all of which shall go together into my macaroni cheese tonight; and I have a new pillow of revolutionary technology, which may or may not aid one or other of my crippled neck and my ruined sleeping, and/or both.
I regard it as highly significant of something that every foodstuff I brought home had to go straight into protective custody, against the depredations of a cat. I have explained to him that the purple sprouting is my purple sprouting which is mine, but he just regards me over a cynical washing, and is heedless and anticipatory.
Also, I left him investigating the pillow closely.
Even he - I assert! - cannot eat a pillow.
Umm...
Instead? Out I went, into the bitter wind and the ice-glare and a tramp across the moors. Apparently, as he trudges across a snow-plain, a Chaz mutters "oh dear, oh dear oh dear, poor Chaz" to himself, and thus you may know him.
Still. I have come home with purple sprouting and blue Stilton and smoked bacon, all of which shall go together into my macaroni cheese tonight; and I have a new pillow of revolutionary technology, which may or may not aid one or other of my crippled neck and my ruined sleeping, and/or both.
I regard it as highly significant of something that every foodstuff I brought home had to go straight into protective custody, against the depredations of a cat. I have explained to him that the purple sprouting is my purple sprouting which is mine, but he just regards me over a cynical washing, and is heedless and anticipatory.
Also, I left him investigating the pillow closely.
Even he - I assert! - cannot eat a pillow.
Umm...