Going through a pile of paper… many of them scribbled notes from Mum to me or me to Mum. I’m chucking them out now, but here’s a selection:
There is a fancy moth on my car that came from Morrisons with me. I don’t know how it hung on.
The door bell rang at 2 am this morning. I didn’t quite realise what had wakened me till later.
Me: I know both those songs very well (Lonesome Cowboy and Southern Nights) and they’re not making sense to my ears on the CDs through there. I can only hear his voice if I strain — some CDs are like that.
Mum: Maybe the musical accompaniment is too loud.
The Samsara is a creamy, musky version of J Lo Live.
Me: He said it suddenly got dark.
Mum: I heard him.
The Duke of Edinburgh said one of the world’s major problems was the explosion of human population. It has reached plague proportions.
Does Samson [cat] feel he has to be somewhere at this time?
My hyacinth has gone like this: [doodle of a horizontal hyacinth].
The buildings look squint. The sky is ridiculous.
You are in the doghouse for not writing a Birthday Claus letter. Confucius he say “Who not write letter get rubbish.”
Me: Blender has whirly blades on it. (Handing over money).
Mum (gift-giver of above dangerous item): 30p Rec.
King Louie… is in the shop.
I’m reading this book on a big storm in Galveston, 1900; quite good. Saw a programme about hurricanes and stormchasers… and they chased Hurricane Ike to Galveston and filmed it there! Even mentioned the 1900 storm, and showed a photo of the aftermath. Made me understand why, in the book, they were talking about the sea hitting the house-stilts before the storm even got there. The houses are still on stilts!
There are plenty more where those came from…