Bienvenue chez moi
Mar. 19th, 2005 04:46 pmArrived back home in Sydney this morning at 08h10, in
querrelle’s arms by 09h00. Nice hot bath, nicer cuppa, nicer...you know...followed by cuddles galore. Much smooching has occurred. Yay!
After a faboo prawn lunch (
querrelle cooks as good as he is hawt), spent the afternoon poolside, chilling. I’ve not felt tired today so much as periodically stoopid. I’ve been entranced by Nuala O’Faolain’s memoir Are You Somebody?--she’s a Dublin journalist (Irish times, RTÉ, BBC) who came of age in the 60s. There’s alcoholism, sexism, colonialism, humour and poignancy. I had to pry it from my own hands today, having nearly devoured it.
She is, for the record, somebody. More precisely, somebody both forthright and insightful.
My short term goals are to stay awake until 21h00, to eat the yummy dinner
querrelle has prepped, and to catch a preview of Maria, Full of Grace. We live in Australia folks: sometimes things get here very late. Or not at all.
After a faboo prawn lunch (
She is, for the record, somebody. More precisely, somebody both forthright and insightful.
My short term goals are to stay awake until 21h00, to eat the yummy dinner