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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Monday, March 08, 2004
Post-Birthday Blues
Alas, alack I am 24. Boo.
I understand 24 isn't that old. But it is that age at which you have to remove your vice-like grip on 21, and accept that you are no longer a student, but a bit of a grownup really.
So, to grownup things. The film industry still sucks thus far, and unemployment indeed looms. Still, may as well treat it as a holiday, right?
My weekend back oop north was indeed needed and most lovely as expected. Lots of quality time with Momo and Popo. Popo taught me everything I know about aggrevating - turns out he much doesn't like being aggrevated himself - go figure. My little Granny is looking lots better, which I guess means the hospital are actually giving her her drugs for a sodding change. I'm not a fan of hospitals, but I guess not for the obvious reasons - being in hospital when I was a kid always seemed weirdly cool. Against the norm, i suppose. But there is one thing I hate above everything in hospitals, and that's the people in a bed with no visitors. I tend to be mostly self-involved as far as other people's problems go - in my experience if you spend all your time worrying about the plight of others, you're going to live a pretty anguished life. This doesn't mean I isolate myself from the problems of my friends, quite the opposite. But if I don't know someone, mithering about their troubles isn't going to help me or them. But the other night I couldn't help it. 8 beds in my Gran's ward - 6 of them were surrounded by people for the visiting hours - two of them had no one. Just two frail old ladies, trying not to look interested. Part of me just wanted to go over there and chat with them, but general fear of strangers keeps you back. Still, I left the hospital with a heavy heart and mostly a big ol' cloud of depression over my head. Perhaps it's to do with my ultimate fear of being alone - but I suppose that's everyone's fear really, isn't it?
Anyway, way too maudlin. The point of the whole business was that Granny was doing very well. She has a very impressive scar down her knee - and I might add, very impressive legs for someone her age - is it wrong to think your Gran's legs look good? Here come's therapy.
Saw my other Granny and Grandpa too - from my Dad's side. They are the most amusing since they spend most the time arguing with eachother in that stereotypical northen grumpy old couple kind of way. You know, where Granny does what she's told just to "bloody shut him up". Most amusing.
The cat, Tiggy, was most ameanable all weekend, which is rare considering she prefers to sulk at me whenever I come home in a "how dare you leave this house and my precious company!" kind of way. But this time she seemed pleased to see me and allowed me to give her some cuddles. Either she's finally forgiven me for moving out, or she's so old now she's forgotten why she was mad at me in the first place.
And Lotus Garden in Eccleston serves the best Chinese TakeAway in England! It's true - go try it.
3:35 pm
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