December 24, 2009

• Back to Chess

  Doesn't have quite the same ring as 'Back to Bom', in Midnight's Children, does it? I'm so glad I read that while I was in India.  It was much better that way... I could sing 'back to Bom' to myself as I went back to Mumbai.  I digress.

  I'm home.  My Mother's hair is a delicate shade of mauve, and threatening to give Phyllis from Coronation Street a run for her money.  My Father collected me from the station and sulked at me - sulks diverted by my presentation of a card from the cat, which I'd acquired in Florida.  I am wondering how much I can decently drink and get away with.

  The Welshman is being complicated.  He wants to be friends, he drove me to the station, and has presented me with an array of Things to Unwrap.  I feel as though I'm being inadequate.  I Failed to get a satsuma for his stocking (I did manage to get some whisky crowns from Charbonnel et Walker, and I gave him far fewer things to unwrap.  Ostensibly, we are friends.  Ostensibly, I am single.  Reality is confusing.  I attempted to go on a date on Tuesday, which was a total disaster area.  I don't want to see that chap again (we'll call him the Bright Young Thing as he looks just like a character from Stephen Fry's adaptation of 'Vile Bodies' as 'Bright Young Things'). The Bright Young Thing failed to walk me to the bus stop, at gone 10.30pm.  I expect to be walked to the bus stop and seen safely onto the bus: I don't expect to be bought drinks, I don't expect to be bought my cinema ticket, or my meal.  I am probably weirdly old fashioned.  Anyhow, we went to see 'An Education' - I only said yes because I wanted to see the film.  On balance, I feel it was worth it, as I thoroughly enjoyed the film and the popcorn (I buy my own popcorn).  The Bright Young Thing wants to be my friend on Facebook.  I am in two minds.  Which means the answer is probably 'no'.  Hmmm.  Particularly since my penultimate status was 'Men should walk women to the bus stop'.  Hmmm again.  I shall leave it for a day or so.

  I'm confused.  My love life has gone all complicated, and I'm confused.  Probably in denial as well.  I don't feel like letting go of the Welshman.  I'm not sure he wants to let go of me - as far as I know, I was a Christmas-present-free entity when we decided that things, as they are, weren't going to work properly in the current (then) format.  That FB status of "It's complicated" sums the whole thing up perfectly.  It is complicated.

  I have just realised I ought to wrap Mum's sweater, and make sure I have camera batteries enough to take pictures.  I might borrow her camera and upload them, I think the PC I'm using at the moment will let me do that.  I forgot my USB cable.  I felt it was more important to remember the charger for the iPod.

  Back to the wrapping.  More meandering as I think of it.  It is nice to have some space for blogging again. I would like to tell you all what I was doing today but a. it was all SQL and b. I have a separat blog for that, so I'll bore there, somewhen, instead.  Suffice to say that I spent an hour wrestling with accounts and logins and permissions and, eventually, succeeded.

  xxx

  • 4:30 pm
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