Jess, I promised a part 2 and here it is....
Well...WHAT can I say about this weather? Well...It's cold. Very cold. In fact, just this morning I received word that my ears are going to stage a mass walk-out with my nose in protest unless I start treating them better in these freezing conditions. Rumour has it that a few of my fingers intend to join too....you just can't get the staff.
Seriously, though, It is cold and I don't have a scarf up here with me so I have taken to inventing new methods of 'neck-warmth'. The first I tried did not go well. With my rucksack packed full of huge books, I already looked ridiculous walking up the hill to my bus. I didn't really need to add Daddy's huge jumper to the mix as well. No, not wearing it over the bag, etc. That would be silly. I wore it as a cape- the sleeves tied up around my neck to keep me warm. At first, I felt empowered. There I was in my navy trackie bottoms, tucked into my warm boots, my coat, my rucksack and my cape....the very essence of warmth! This empowerment quickly turned into bitter horror at myself. Why would I even consider doing that?? I looked UTTERLY ridiculous to an extent that I don't think I have ever experience before. I apologised to myself and pressed on up the hill, my cape flowing in the strong breeze....feeling stupid.
The next 'neck-warmth' method I employed was my cardigan. This is fairly self explainatory. I folded my cardigan in half, vertically, and wrapped it around my neck and tucked it into my coat. This was effective at keeping the wind out but, when I arrived at my lecture and de-layered, I realised that, at the end of the day, I was unwrapping a cardigan from around my neck. Ridiculous.
I know what you are thinking. Yes, I could have borrowed one of Jess' scarves but, I had impetigo and I didn't want to spread it. You know, you know.
Whilst we're on the subject of Impetigo, I suppose you are wondering how I am getting on. Well, I don't blame you. As it happens, I am cured! The cream worked wonders. You can still see the red marks where the disease ravaged my face but, those will fade after a while and, hopefully, go away completely. I was talking to Mum yesterday and I figured that this was payback for my collossal moaning about strech marks. I bet someone thought it would be hilarious to put hideous markings in a place where they would be blatantly obvious and where people would actually see them. Well, thank you! It worked! I was treated like I had the freaking bubonic plague for about a week and have learnt my lesson. I mean, Jess and Harriet actually put their toothbrushes in a separate cup, used a separate hand towel and different toothpaste...way to make a girl feel like a massive, walking pandemic. An ugly contagion! (Mind you, they were sensible. I would have advised them to do exactly that!) Anyway, I really have learnt my lesson. I would rather have a couple of tiny stretch marks than Impetigo. Maybe. =) I am thrilled to report that the toothbrushes are now residing in the same cup again. Hooray!
Well, I think that is all I have to say for now. I do hope you feel better soon, Snaffs. I don't like to think of you being poorly. Just think of all the fun we will have when I am back! Whoop!
Anyway...love you, Humphers.
Love,
Shams. xxx
It was snowing this morning. HUGE, heavy flakes of snow.
Friday 16 December 2011
Tuesday 13 December 2011
Enui, Off-ui.- Rachel
Jess...
FYI (before the missive commences)...
bul·wark (b
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FYI (before the missive commences)...
bul·wark (b
lwrk, -wôrk, bl-) n.
1. A wall or embankment raised as a defensive fortification; a rampart.
2. Something serving as a defense or safeguard: "We have seen the necessity of the Union, as our bulwark against foreign danger" (James Madison).
3. A breakwater.
4. The part of a ship's side that is above the upper deck. Often used in the plural.
tr.v. bul·warked, bul·wark·ing, bul·warks
Well....Almost so much time has elapsed that I really do not know where to begin. Perhaps I shall start with university itself. I have decided that I want to be an academic. I remember in my first year of university, mocking one of my lecturers who specialises in sex in colonial algeria. I know, right?! So, in mocking him for his absurd choice, I did not expect in a million years that I would want to be like that- devoting hours of my life to researching things that only I care about. How self-indulgent! Yet, it would seem that that is what I want to do. I want to do my doctorate and I want it to be on military wives. Ahhhh, the dream!
5 days ago, something dreadful happened. Something appeared on my face. I know what you're thinking "pampered little brat can't handle a measly spot! She wouldn't know bad skin if it bit her in the armpit" (which, incidentally, sounds ridiculously uncomfortable and quite risky. I wouldn't bite someone in the armpit if you paid me)! But, despite the fact that I have been lucky enough to not have bad skin, I do know when my face isn't quite right. Let me tell you, what was happening to my face was not right. Not in any culture was this right. At first I thought it was a coldsore so, I made sure I always had clean hands so I didn't give it to myself again and I treated it with cream. By day two, it got bigger. By day 3 it was bigger still and number 2 was joining in the fun. By day 3.5 1 and 2 had joined forces to become a mahoosive one that almost took over my entire face. I referred to it as my second face. By day 3.75 there was a 3rd growing. Now, I am now coldsore expert but I knew something was up. Yesterday morning, I resolved to go into boots and get coldsore patches to cover the monstrosities with. As I approched the desk, I asked to see the pharmacist. She came out and asked what she could do to help. "Well," said I, "My face...it's falling apart. I feel like a leper." She chuckled (who wouldn't, let's be honest) and had a good look. I told her about the coldsore epidemic (no...PANdemic) that had swept my face and she said "I don't think it's a coldsore...it looks more like impetigo." NOOOO!!! Not a highly contagious Staphylococcus aureus infection that could sweep my entire body leaving me looking scabby and gross?! Not that!! PLEASE take it back and tell me I have a coldsore epidemic! I told her about my engagement pictures coming up and she almost wept with sympathy (or maybe it was a laugh, shortly turned into a 'bless you'...couldn't quite tell). Well, I went to the doctors that afternoon and it's a good thing too! You know when you have a skin complaint and people KNOW. They just KNOW. And YOU know that they KNOW and then it's awkward. You can tell they want to express sympathy for your rotting face and they can tell that you want them to go away so you don't have to face the embarassment but niether of you do anything. Also, you know when women wish men would talk to their faces rather than...their hair or something? I experienced that today. Not for the reasons you might think....!....but because people have started talking to my bottom lip. I just wish people would look me in the EYE! I KNOW I HAVE A ROTTING FACE. I KNOW MY BOTTOM LIP LOOKS LIKE IT'S BEEN RIPPED APART AND RE-ASSEMBLED. I KNOW I AM HIDEOUS AND I KNOW YOU ARE DESPERATELY HOPING THAT STARING AT MY LIP WON'T GIVE YOU MY LIP CONDITION. I UNDERSTAND THE PARANOIA. HELLO!!!! BUT PLEASE, FEIGN INTEREST, PRETEND YOU HADN'T NOTICE AND LOOK INTO MY EYES! You will soon see the real me! I will NOT be defined by my bottom lip anymore. I refuse. Done and done.
Anyway, so I went to the doctor and he said "What can I do for you today". I just looked at him with an expression that said "Really? You can clearly see that my entire face is falling off and you're asking me what you can do to help?" I didn't say that though. Obviously. I just told him the same sorry sob story I told to the chemist and he and his medical student took it from there. He knew straight away that it wasn't a coldsore. I mean...who are we kidding. What coldsore in the world looks like THAT? (none....in case you were wondering). The medical student took a bit of time to get there. In the end, he said, after about 4 minutes of pulling teeth "So....what infection do we know that makes skin look like that?" "erm..............a Staph infection??" "Yes, so.....given what it looks like and how it's spread.....what has she got??" "erm...................................................................Imp....." (This is where I chimed in) "IMPETIGO." "Yes. You have impetigo". Joyful. Hooray. 10 points to me. 2 big thumbs up. I got it right. Score. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. (*all to be said in most unimpressed tones*) He seemed delighted- like caitlin looks when she's solved a new puzzle. Well, I remained unimpressed. "Ohh....I have my engagement pictures this weekend. I need to NOT look like this!" He vowed to make me better by the weekend and gave me a topical steroid cream. It seems to be working well....though I still look dreadful. I was contemplating today what a tender mercy it is to have nice, un-rotting lips. I am so looking forward to having a normal face again. I will never take it for granted!!
1. To fortify with a wall, embankment, or rampart.
2. To provide defense or protection for
That, Dude, is a Bulwark. Just saying.
Well....Almost so much time has elapsed that I really do not know where to begin. Perhaps I shall start with university itself. I have decided that I want to be an academic. I remember in my first year of university, mocking one of my lecturers who specialises in sex in colonial algeria. I know, right?! So, in mocking him for his absurd choice, I did not expect in a million years that I would want to be like that- devoting hours of my life to researching things that only I care about. How self-indulgent! Yet, it would seem that that is what I want to do. I want to do my doctorate and I want it to be on military wives. Ahhhh, the dream!
5 days ago, something dreadful happened. Something appeared on my face. I know what you're thinking "pampered little brat can't handle a measly spot! She wouldn't know bad skin if it bit her in the armpit" (which, incidentally, sounds ridiculously uncomfortable and quite risky. I wouldn't bite someone in the armpit if you paid me)! But, despite the fact that I have been lucky enough to not have bad skin, I do know when my face isn't quite right. Let me tell you, what was happening to my face was not right. Not in any culture was this right. At first I thought it was a coldsore so, I made sure I always had clean hands so I didn't give it to myself again and I treated it with cream. By day two, it got bigger. By day 3 it was bigger still and number 2 was joining in the fun. By day 3.5 1 and 2 had joined forces to become a mahoosive one that almost took over my entire face. I referred to it as my second face. By day 3.75 there was a 3rd growing. Now, I am now coldsore expert but I knew something was up. Yesterday morning, I resolved to go into boots and get coldsore patches to cover the monstrosities with. As I approched the desk, I asked to see the pharmacist. She came out and asked what she could do to help. "Well," said I, "My face...it's falling apart. I feel like a leper." She chuckled (who wouldn't, let's be honest) and had a good look. I told her about the coldsore epidemic (no...PANdemic) that had swept my face and she said "I don't think it's a coldsore...it looks more like impetigo." NOOOO!!! Not a highly contagious Staphylococcus aureus infection that could sweep my entire body leaving me looking scabby and gross?! Not that!! PLEASE take it back and tell me I have a coldsore epidemic! I told her about my engagement pictures coming up and she almost wept with sympathy (or maybe it was a laugh, shortly turned into a 'bless you'...couldn't quite tell). Well, I went to the doctors that afternoon and it's a good thing too! You know when you have a skin complaint and people KNOW. They just KNOW. And YOU know that they KNOW and then it's awkward. You can tell they want to express sympathy for your rotting face and they can tell that you want them to go away so you don't have to face the embarassment but niether of you do anything. Also, you know when women wish men would talk to their faces rather than...their hair or something? I experienced that today. Not for the reasons you might think....!....but because people have started talking to my bottom lip. I just wish people would look me in the EYE! I KNOW I HAVE A ROTTING FACE. I KNOW MY BOTTOM LIP LOOKS LIKE IT'S BEEN RIPPED APART AND RE-ASSEMBLED. I KNOW I AM HIDEOUS AND I KNOW YOU ARE DESPERATELY HOPING THAT STARING AT MY LIP WON'T GIVE YOU MY LIP CONDITION. I UNDERSTAND THE PARANOIA. HELLO!!!! BUT PLEASE, FEIGN INTEREST, PRETEND YOU HADN'T NOTICE AND LOOK INTO MY EYES! You will soon see the real me! I will NOT be defined by my bottom lip anymore. I refuse. Done and done.
Anyway, so I went to the doctor and he said "What can I do for you today". I just looked at him with an expression that said "Really? You can clearly see that my entire face is falling off and you're asking me what you can do to help?" I didn't say that though. Obviously. I just told him the same sorry sob story I told to the chemist and he and his medical student took it from there. He knew straight away that it wasn't a coldsore. I mean...who are we kidding. What coldsore in the world looks like THAT? (none....in case you were wondering). The medical student took a bit of time to get there. In the end, he said, after about 4 minutes of pulling teeth "So....what infection do we know that makes skin look like that?" "erm..............a Staph infection??" "Yes, so.....given what it looks like and how it's spread.....what has she got??" "erm...................................................................Imp....." (This is where I chimed in) "IMPETIGO." "Yes. You have impetigo". Joyful. Hooray. 10 points to me. 2 big thumbs up. I got it right. Score. Whoop. Whoop. Whoop. (*all to be said in most unimpressed tones*) He seemed delighted- like caitlin looks when she's solved a new puzzle. Well, I remained unimpressed. "Ohh....I have my engagement pictures this weekend. I need to NOT look like this!" He vowed to make me better by the weekend and gave me a topical steroid cream. It seems to be working well....though I still look dreadful. I was contemplating today what a tender mercy it is to have nice, un-rotting lips. I am so looking forward to having a normal face again. I will never take it for granted!!
Sunday 4 December 2011
(Jessica)- Dude, what's a bulwark?
Dearest Rachel,
I love you dearie,
Love Jess McFruit.
The eternal question returns. What is a bulwark?
I am well aware that you pride yourself on presents. You called me, when I was in a lesson at college, simply to mention that fact! I'm glad, truly. You clearly make up for my present buying deficiency.
Who doesn't love bread? That's what I want to know... It's so tasty, especially the seeded kind. Although I do feel like a sparrow when I eat seeds, don't know why exactly, just happens. Could be worse I guess... I could feel like a pigeon or a hen... but then why can't I feel like a Kingfisher or a Raven? It's just a sparrow. *sigh* such is life I guess.
Your "vitamins"? How very delicate of you. I'm on pills that are meant to tame my hormones, and you get dainty "vitamins". Yes, that's about right. I have quite a smooth face at the moment, no dry skin whatsoever, other than my knees...but name me one person who has soft knees? It just doesn't happen. It's all that kneeling at your feet, darn it all.
You sound like you have a very busy Christmas planned. My personal plans are getting fat and then a good self-loathing which will beat me into running around the block a few hundred times, topped off with gift giving and good ol' Christmas lovin' and cheer. Sound good? I think so Snaffs.
About your weekend with Ieu, wow! It sounds like you two has brilliant fun and I am very jealous of him that he got to spend so much time with you. I wish I could say that I understand how you're feeling about missing him...but I'm afraid it doesn't compute into my emotional "range". The only man I have ever missed a lot is dad, and I live with him, so you can understand the deficit. But I do miss you. It's a void in my life, a great chasm of missingyouness. (Poetic, no?)
I tried reading in all in a Scottish accent…but now I have a headache...so maybe I'll stick with quoting Monarch of the Glen, "Molly MacDonald: Listen, mush! I can boogie with the best, dance 'til dawn and drink 'til doomsday! So don't give me this old routine! Or I shall give you an injury from which you may never recover!" I know she's not actually Scottish...but the show is.
As you may know I am in the process of applying to places far and wide to "educate" me better in the ways of photography and design. I am fed up and quite in the mood to run away to Ireland to work as a bar-maid and learn how to play the tin-whistle in my free time. What thinkest thou? On a more serious note...I don't even know if I want to go. Gosh, why can't I just get married and have children. Being a mother is the only thing I'm sure that I want to do...no matter how much children annoy me. My children will be different; they will annoy other people, but not myself. Can't you just stow me away with you?
So, I was on the bus the day of our dysfunctional phone call (rubbish signal, etc), and I would like to take time to mention the wonderful OAPs. I nearly drowned in the sea of old people on the lower deck of the bus, they just didn't stop coming. The woman who sat next to me was very comfortable with reading my texts to you over my shoulder and in random moments of loneliness, usually in three minute increments, she would be overcome with the urge to snuggle up and dare I say it, lean. The woman was "leaning" on me! Hugging is polite, is just arms. Leaning is a whole different ball game, it's a body on a slight incline towards an unsuspecting victim. I was the victim. Dude.
Like you, I am in unhappy spirits and pretty wiped out, so apologies for the lack of humour. We should do something to cheer each other... *tumbleweed* .... I'll let you know.
Pah! Sam just came in with a delighted smile on his face waving a massive stick saying, "I just called everyone to repentance!!". What a strange hobby...I suppose someone has to do it.
Alas dearest Fruity McSquizzy McBean, I have to go, we have family over and no matter how much I try to justify my reasons for staying on here and talking about voids and bulwarks, I'm being rude. Now I have to repent of my rudeness because I have been called to repentance by a small orange child waving sticks. You don't mess with that kind of sign man. Bad karma. I love you dearie,
Love Jess McFruit.
Friday 2 December 2011
(Rachel)- "Bagels are like glue in your intestines and ensure that everything that enters your body will remain there until you die."
Well, Jess. What can I say. It seems that so much time has elapsed! I have just finished ordering 2 of Ieuan's presents. I reckon he will LOVE them. I do pride myself on my ability to choose presents for him...I've not had a christmas with him for SUCH a long time. It will be wonderful.
Anyway. Do you know something? If I wanted to, I could write a 2500 word essay in 2 days. Just saying. It's a tried and tested thing. The time consuming element of essay writing is the research. SO many times I have started to write about something awesome. Something I have come up with. Some theory about social constructions that I am entitled to pass off as my own because I made it! BUT, alas, essays do not work like that. You essentially have to say "This is what I think and so does *Insert name of prestigious historian*" Annoying? Annoying. ONE day, I will be the quoted historian. Jess? I want to be an historian.
Anyway, allow me to explain my choice of blog title. You see, I have recently become an even bigger fan or carbs than I was before. I have decided to embrace the bread! That's right- you heard. I get SO ridiculously peckish between meals and I can't afford to literally make a 4th meal to dip into when I feel like it because then I would literally be eating constantly but a slice of toast is ample. SO, this means I go through bread more than I used to. Bread is wonderful. We love bread.
So I started taking my little tablets on monday. My vitamins. Nothing much to report...my face has been very dry- to the point of cracking and drawing blood at times but I slather on the clean and clear moisturiser and some coco butter and it seems to be working a treat. Other than that I am faring just fine. Certain aspects of my wedding preparations are occupying my mind quite readily but I have far too much work to do to let it overtake my life at this stage. University continues to go well and I am very much enjoying the work I am doing. I confess to being a little bossy to my dissertation superviser, Patrick (fondly known as Patricio...when I need something) as I have pushed him to give me deadlines so I can stay ahead of the game and be on top of things. Christmas will be the decider though. Have you considered what the human body can do when it sets its mind to something? 1 month of holiday time. Time to join in the felicitations with family members (x4 lots) time to spend with siblings (doing fun and exciting things), enough time to spend with Ieuan (there is no way I am going to keep this 3 week thing up when I am an hour away), time to get the dress fitted and altered, time for other wedding preparations, engagement photos, earn as much money as I can, and write at least a third of my dissertation... Bring it ON!!!
Would you like to hear about my weekend with Ieuan? Well, alright then, I'll tell you. SO....one of my favourite feelings in the world is getting ready to see Ieuan a short while before he arrives. I leave a lot of things to the last minute so I can be busy right up until the point in order that time doesn't drag, see? SO, I had just come out of the shower, got dressed and done some of my make-up when I hear a man's voice downstairs saying "Anyone home?" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! I get ridiculously excited when I see Ieuan. SO excited. I miss him a lot when I am not with him but seeing him for the first time makes it so worth it. I bolted down the stairs and jumped into his arms. Great feeling. We then snuggled down and watched you've got mail. The next day was very lazy indeed. We spent a lot of time catching up and talking, we had a cooked brunch consisting of scrambled eggs a-la- Rachel and sausages and lovely toast made from oaty bread. I KNOW! OATY BREAD! Eventually, we go around to doing something. We went out to Asda to collect some bits and bobs. Whilst we were there, we decided to set ourselves a supermarket challenge, which we do sometimes. This time, it was my turn to come up with the idea. I decided we would have 10 minutes to choose 2 outfits for the other person. One smart and one casual and then we'd try them on. "I won't need 10 minutes" Says he. Very well. 7 minutes. About 6 minutes later, whilst perusing the men's jeans aisle, armed with 2 great outfits, I get a phonecall. ".....I'm going to need the 10 minutes." =) Bless him. So I had a little longer to refine my choices and I met him in the designated rendezvous spot (and no, I did not sing the rendezvous song. Time and place, Jess! Honestly!) I was concerned at the lack of clothing. I could spy some slippers, some jeans and a top of some kind. C'est tout. I'd even accessorised his outfit with a great belt! Immediately, he set about explaining himself. He said that all the clothes were horrible and he couldn't picture me in any of them so he started to think about what Lorelai would wear... SAVED! As for the slippers, they were perfect for me but...couldn't consitute either a smart or a casual outfit. We tried on our stuffs. He looked GREAT so....I won! Whoop. It was so funny- we had a blast. I love having him up here with me because it's proper, genuine Ieuan and Rachel time. We run on our own timetables and the world feels like our oyster! He left at about 5:30 on monday evening. I hate saying goodbye but I'm looking forward to 3 weeks time when I can see him again. I will be honest with you, Jess...on a slightly more serious note, I sometimes feel like I have spent enough time away from him, you know? So every single moment is an absolute treasure. I am so looking forward to being married to him. I hope married people never take for granted that they get to see their husbands every day. What a blessing!
So...Talk like Duncan Banatynne day? Och Hai the noo. That's my contribution. If that is inadequate, go back and read this aloud in a scottish accent! =) Hehehehe!
I have decided to ride in a trailer attached to Daddy's bike on my wedding day. Recipe for hilarity? I think so!
I loved reading about your experience with the doctor. I can well imagine it. I felt like I was inside your head!! I wish you had been with me at the unspeakables. You would have been useful to have whilst foreign objects were flying around causing abject horror and pain, you would have been very useful indeed.
I love you, Doibs. Must be off. I am sorry....I'm not in a very good mood today so this isn't especially funny but I promise to try harder next time!
All my love,
Snaff McSnaff. X
Anyway. Do you know something? If I wanted to, I could write a 2500 word essay in 2 days. Just saying. It's a tried and tested thing. The time consuming element of essay writing is the research. SO many times I have started to write about something awesome. Something I have come up with. Some theory about social constructions that I am entitled to pass off as my own because I made it! BUT, alas, essays do not work like that. You essentially have to say "This is what I think and so does *Insert name of prestigious historian*" Annoying? Annoying. ONE day, I will be the quoted historian. Jess? I want to be an historian.
Anyway, allow me to explain my choice of blog title. You see, I have recently become an even bigger fan or carbs than I was before. I have decided to embrace the bread! That's right- you heard. I get SO ridiculously peckish between meals and I can't afford to literally make a 4th meal to dip into when I feel like it because then I would literally be eating constantly but a slice of toast is ample. SO, this means I go through bread more than I used to. Bread is wonderful. We love bread.
So I started taking my little tablets on monday. My vitamins. Nothing much to report...my face has been very dry- to the point of cracking and drawing blood at times but I slather on the clean and clear moisturiser and some coco butter and it seems to be working a treat. Other than that I am faring just fine. Certain aspects of my wedding preparations are occupying my mind quite readily but I have far too much work to do to let it overtake my life at this stage. University continues to go well and I am very much enjoying the work I am doing. I confess to being a little bossy to my dissertation superviser, Patrick (fondly known as Patricio...when I need something) as I have pushed him to give me deadlines so I can stay ahead of the game and be on top of things. Christmas will be the decider though. Have you considered what the human body can do when it sets its mind to something? 1 month of holiday time. Time to join in the felicitations with family members (x4 lots) time to spend with siblings (doing fun and exciting things), enough time to spend with Ieuan (there is no way I am going to keep this 3 week thing up when I am an hour away), time to get the dress fitted and altered, time for other wedding preparations, engagement photos, earn as much money as I can, and write at least a third of my dissertation... Bring it ON!!!
Would you like to hear about my weekend with Ieuan? Well, alright then, I'll tell you. SO....one of my favourite feelings in the world is getting ready to see Ieuan a short while before he arrives. I leave a lot of things to the last minute so I can be busy right up until the point in order that time doesn't drag, see? SO, I had just come out of the shower, got dressed and done some of my make-up when I hear a man's voice downstairs saying "Anyone home?" EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!! I get ridiculously excited when I see Ieuan. SO excited. I miss him a lot when I am not with him but seeing him for the first time makes it so worth it. I bolted down the stairs and jumped into his arms. Great feeling. We then snuggled down and watched you've got mail. The next day was very lazy indeed. We spent a lot of time catching up and talking, we had a cooked brunch consisting of scrambled eggs a-la- Rachel and sausages and lovely toast made from oaty bread. I KNOW! OATY BREAD! Eventually, we go around to doing something. We went out to Asda to collect some bits and bobs. Whilst we were there, we decided to set ourselves a supermarket challenge, which we do sometimes. This time, it was my turn to come up with the idea. I decided we would have 10 minutes to choose 2 outfits for the other person. One smart and one casual and then we'd try them on. "I won't need 10 minutes" Says he. Very well. 7 minutes. About 6 minutes later, whilst perusing the men's jeans aisle, armed with 2 great outfits, I get a phonecall. ".....I'm going to need the 10 minutes." =) Bless him. So I had a little longer to refine my choices and I met him in the designated rendezvous spot (and no, I did not sing the rendezvous song. Time and place, Jess! Honestly!) I was concerned at the lack of clothing. I could spy some slippers, some jeans and a top of some kind. C'est tout. I'd even accessorised his outfit with a great belt! Immediately, he set about explaining himself. He said that all the clothes were horrible and he couldn't picture me in any of them so he started to think about what Lorelai would wear... SAVED! As for the slippers, they were perfect for me but...couldn't consitute either a smart or a casual outfit. We tried on our stuffs. He looked GREAT so....I won! Whoop. It was so funny- we had a blast. I love having him up here with me because it's proper, genuine Ieuan and Rachel time. We run on our own timetables and the world feels like our oyster! He left at about 5:30 on monday evening. I hate saying goodbye but I'm looking forward to 3 weeks time when I can see him again. I will be honest with you, Jess...on a slightly more serious note, I sometimes feel like I have spent enough time away from him, you know? So every single moment is an absolute treasure. I am so looking forward to being married to him. I hope married people never take for granted that they get to see their husbands every day. What a blessing!
So...Talk like Duncan Banatynne day? Och Hai the noo. That's my contribution. If that is inadequate, go back and read this aloud in a scottish accent! =) Hehehehe!
I have decided to ride in a trailer attached to Daddy's bike on my wedding day. Recipe for hilarity? I think so!
I loved reading about your experience with the doctor. I can well imagine it. I felt like I was inside your head!! I wish you had been with me at the unspeakables. You would have been useful to have whilst foreign objects were flying around causing abject horror and pain, you would have been very useful indeed.
I love you, Doibs. Must be off. I am sorry....I'm not in a very good mood today so this isn't especially funny but I promise to try harder next time!
All my love,
Snaff McSnaff. X
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