this and the other and all...or else
What a productive day, indeed. I have found out things, done things, agreed things, and all this in space of few hours. and all on foot. I am impressed. I assume i am getting self-impressed quite often these days, for some reason though, i feel it affecting my ego in a very positive and pleasant way.
I have been slightly naughty in the last few days. Called in a sickie for Saturday and Sunday. I was given the weekend off the first time the rota came out, and then suddenly, yahaaa, I had my two days off in the middle of the week. It kind of reminded me of being in the Marrakesh bus station. You come there to go to wherever you have decided to go, but the moment you get out off the petit taxi, there is a whole swarm of some or another bus company employees asking you to go to some or another place, and when you say you are not going to that place, you might be lucky and they will lead you to the window with people operating the bus to the place you want to go, or they will be giving you endless offers of places where you dont actually want to go which at the end obviously doesn't matter. You sit around waiting for your Tinghir-bus while all you hear and see around are names of towns accompanied by promising looks of the employees shouting,"Ourrrrrzazate, Ourrrrrzazate!!!" "Agadirrrrr, Agadirrrr!!!". And to say the truth, you do start believing that perhaps the other place is a better place to go to, especially after the bus supposingly leaving at midnight and you still finding yourself sitting in the corner of the bus station like a dirty tired rather miserable heap curled by all your belongings at 01.30 am.
I am not sure now why me calling a sickie on the weekend really reminded me of experiencing the night beauties fo marrakesh bus station but I dont think that matters too much.
Sunday was a wonderful day. Mark and I went to Guildford Spectrum Leisure Centre to indulge ourselves in peristaltic-movements-causing-activity to prove ourselves to the world. This is the first time after long that I felt so calm and really enthusiastic about going to compete...it's hard to say things like this. Self loves fghting. I reckon it is the feeling of power not only over other people but over yourself too, limits you can push yourself and states of mind you can get yourself into, things your mind can make your body do...one's mind is indeed so capable of winning over one's body!!I am so certain of that!!
And did enjoy every bit of it. I have learned much more than I knew about myself, the route which to take was pointed to me, all I have to do is use the right means and direct my steps the right direction. But I still think Ohta Sensei doesnt like me.Humphr.
Yesterday i fell in love. The Waterhouses and I went to Wimbledon yesterday afternoon and for most of the day we were in a state of general awe. There was no queue whatsoever, not one raindrop fell over the perion of the whole day (!!!!!!!!!) and we got to see some unbelievably fantastic games. Rob and self were quietly admiring cute butts and loudly cheering for their owners. I think I want to marry Flavio Saretta and have his babies.
And today was an unbelievable day for I managed to organize everything I was supposed to, I managed to find out that ive got an infection in my ear and am half deaf at the moment for I have an ear canal full of antibiotic ear drops. And I managed to find out that in Raskaya Skazka (Russian Fairytale) they have wafry (waffers) thus I can bake more and more and more and more, and they also have got Pecen Tresky (cod's liver) which my maman and I failed to find in this God beloved country for the last four years. And also, I need a new pair of glasses for I am no longer shortsighted but rather am longsighted according to the state of current affairs.
And am going to cook. Oooo, and also, my hands are going to be photographed tomorrow.
How avantgarde!
