I raised them on milk and alcohol
Jul. 22nd, 2010 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceSo a propos of nothing very much last night, unless perhaps it was the curry, one of the kids just looked at me and said, "Chaz, is there anything you're not really good at?"
I might have died, very gently, there and then. Only then they would have had to deal with the body and the formalities and that's not fair, they're only kids. I might of course have said "Accepting compliments graciously," but by definition I couldn't do that. I may have gawped a little, at that extraordinary gulf between other people's impressions and one's own clear perspective; then I just picked a few easy things off the top list - I can't sing, I can't draw, demonstrably I can't manage my house - and went to fetch her another glass of soothing milk for her curry-burned mouth while the rest of them tossed the question around the table as kids do, building their own lists of what they were crap at.
Oh, though, I do like teenagers...
There was other news, or at least a side-issue, but now I can't remember it. No matter. I have shopped, for milk and alcohol; I am en attendant teenagers; what more could I possibly want?
[ETA: well, that's odd. I just checked the phone, and it's dead. According to Virgin's website, all my services are dead: broadband, TV and phone. Um, demonstrably not. Broadband's fine, so's the TV. I'll wait and see, what happens with the phone...]
I might have died, very gently, there and then. Only then they would have had to deal with the body and the formalities and that's not fair, they're only kids. I might of course have said "Accepting compliments graciously," but by definition I couldn't do that. I may have gawped a little, at that extraordinary gulf between other people's impressions and one's own clear perspective; then I just picked a few easy things off the top list - I can't sing, I can't draw, demonstrably I can't manage my house - and went to fetch her another glass of soothing milk for her curry-burned mouth while the rest of them tossed the question around the table as kids do, building their own lists of what they were crap at.
Oh, though, I do like teenagers...
There was other news, or at least a side-issue, but now I can't remember it. No matter. I have shopped, for milk and alcohol; I am en attendant teenagers; what more could I possibly want?
[ETA: well, that's odd. I just checked the phone, and it's dead. According to Virgin's website, all my services are dead: broadband, TV and phone. Um, demonstrably not. Broadband's fine, so's the TV. I'll wait and see, what happens with the phone...]