Dancing from within

Friday 16 November 2012

"Fek's sake, I'll never get a signal up there.  Try your iPad. "
"No buggering way.  She's following me on Twitter as well."
"Nightmare.  And I forgot to put bloody trousers on."
"Revision it is, then."


If I had any shame I would be embarrassed at how long it is since I last posted.  It feels like a couple of days, so I have clearly fallen into a parallel space:time continuum that makes each second stretch to an hour.

I have had my nose gaffer-taped to the grindstone trying to finish what I started; not the most familiar of feelings to a bolter like me, but the rhythm of days you kindly prescribed (you know who you are and I thank you all) has held me fast to both task and chair and perhaps soon you can judge for yourselves if I wouldn't have been better off just defrosting the freezer or learning Swedish.

The seasonal rhythm continues outside my head too - the brown, dank landscape wears a flirty morning negligee of frost; the afternoon walks are muffled by a deliciously rank carpet of lime and scarlet.  The cooling pies and cakes have scented the kitchens of many women before me.  The muffled grumbles as bots are reminded of exam revision is also timeless; the furtive sneaking under bedclothes to broadcast complaint via phone and Facebook perhaps less so.

This afternoon, pea-soup fog permitting, I will break the rhythm with a two-day jaunt to see an old friend in Amsterdam.  There is a gallery opening, an exhibition of impressionism, some snert (ah, the fun we had with that) and that gut-aching laughter that comes from knowing where all the bodies are buried and not giving a fig.

I will be back next week. In more ways than one.

11 comments:

  1. Hurry UP!!!! Want to read them. Good luck with the revision....

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    1. I AM!!!! Hold your horses, all in good time. But thank you.

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  2. I'll wait. You're worth it.

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    1. You are a lovely lady and I am grateful to you.

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  3. My bot has learned to complain via twitter - or so I hear because I don't know how to do that!
    Thank you for your lovely description of autumn, because we don't really have one here!
    Living vicariously in so many ways :)

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    1. Yoga, thank you, and I don't know either. It could prove one procrastination too far...

      Live away, you are always welcome here.

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  4. I found the Swedish language a lot like Geordie so you'll have no trouble at all if you'd prefer not to defrost the freezer as a method of procrastination.
    Examples: sjukhus - hospital

    and one I picked up when watching the Olympics over there: hojdhopp - high jump.

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    1. I know, isn't it though? I said to my sister, haway let's gan yem when we were at our international school and suddenly, the norwegians and swedes were our mates.

      Barn = bairn = children - I think that's my fave

      kirk, stoep, lots of Dutch similarities too. I am such a language nerd.

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  5. "a flirty morning negligee of frost"

    I have a much better use for this.

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    1. How am I not even the ticket bit surprised by this??

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  6. I loved the snert recipe when you first posted it. Thanks for the seasonal reminder.

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