Saturday morning - I hear the footfall of horses outside the front windows. The mounted police are doing their neighbourhood rounds. I am enjoying a breakfast of what was left in our tiny fridge: organic Swiss chard “baconed up” with pancetta, fried eggs, and wholemeal bread . (Justin had to go out in the cold to fetch the bread from round the corner, from the sadly empty organic grocery. It seems only days before it will be out of business, and yet they still have fresh bread and croissants every day.) I’m listening to Pulp on the iMac in the other room, (which I can now control remotely with my shiny new one-day old iPhone!! w00t.)
Recently I seem to be discovering 90s brit pop, I blame it on Alex James’ book, a Bit of a Blur. first I sought out the entire Blur catalogue, (Parklife is hands down their best album) and now I have moved on to Pulp, which has a very strange back log going back to 1983, not sure how much of that I want to dig out. Pulp’s track “Sorted for E’s and Whizz” always makes me want to get up and wave my arms as if I’m in a stadium.
..and then tomorrow morning,
Oooohh
ooh, when you
come
down.
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The flat is still a mess, loads of books in boxes. No drapes on the windows and its getting quite chilly, it snowed this week. I don’t mind the mess too much, I have managed to sort out a few things since we moved in, but its slow going. Damn full time job takes up most of my time. When you move in you want everything to be perfect, to match the freshly painted walls and brand new carpets. Then life sets in and 2 months later you still have no window coverings or dresser drawers.
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I know two different Brits going to New York City next week for work. They both expressed excitement with being there on election day. I found that quite cute, that they want to somehow be involved, even if only as a spectator from the inside. I guess I feel privileged that I can actually vote in this race, even though I don’t live there anymore.
I already voted last month. Thank god I don’t have to listen to the muck going around in America on all sides. Also, suddenly people get very patriotic around elections, and its not a feeling I was ever very comfortable with. There isn’t much to be proud of really, especially now. Hopefully this current election will prove me wrong and redeem America in the world’s eyes a bit. But elections always make me nervous. I have been on the losing team more times then I care to remember, and the heartache only gets bigger everytime.
