I AM SO OVER my internets going down every five minutes. Seriously, Spain, what is wrong with you! This current spate has lasted over a week; I mourned; I wailed; I got two hundred more pages into The Brothers Karamazov.
So, anyway, this has necessitated going out and doing things instead of sitting in shadows in the house, eating gaufres. I collected a tonne of awesome reading material at the secondhand bookstore yesterday, attended an extremely expensive but really interesting cocktail-making course (the results of which I hope to try out on the luckless![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
patchworkgirl_ ) and, after a minor hiccough* did the salsa thing into the wee hours of the morning with Ant and the girls.
In further news, a terrifying thing: there is a child staying with us until the end of the week. She is four years old. My heart, she quailed.
The four-year-old has attached herself to me like glue. I am so awkward around children! But they adore me? No, seriously. She won't leave me alone. She is, fortunately, cute, although with a horrid inclination TO HIDE MY KEYS and my NOTEBOOK and stuff because I don't pay her enough attention. And she's all, "Que? Que? Porque? Pooooorquee!" every time I try to read. But still, cute. It quite makes ones ovaries ache, although my mother informed me the other day that I am 'past it' (MUM I'M 27, K) for bearing children.
Oh, well. At least I have mi Amy.
*EDITED FOR LIFT HORROR: So when we went to Ant's flat, we had to use the lift (takes four people, we were four). It's this tiny one-metre-squared deathtrap. Anyway, I swallowed the claustrophobic terror which always rises in my chest at being confronted with a lift and told myself that Ant lives on the seventh floor and it'd all be over in a minute.
EXCEPT THE LIFT STOPPED ABOUT TWO INCHES SHORT OF THE DOOR AND WE WERE ALL WTF AND ANT COULD SEE US THROUGH THE GLASS AND WAS LIKE DON'T PANIC DON'T PANIC BUT IT WAS HALF AN HOUR HALF AN HOUR GUYS SO I SWALLOWED DOWN THE URGE TO SCREAM EVEN IF AMANDA KEPT LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY AND NIC RECORDED IT FOR 'YOUTUBE POSTERITY'
Anyway, to make them hurry, Ant had to tell the dude who came to rescue us that we were panicking. So we had to duly be all theatrical and panicky when he arrived. Except the white, white colour of my face and my terror-stricken gaze were for real, guyz. ;_;
So, anyway, this has necessitated going out and doing things instead of sitting in shadows in the house, eating gaufres. I collected a tonne of awesome reading material at the secondhand bookstore yesterday, attended an extremely expensive but really interesting cocktail-making course (the results of which I hope to try out on the luckless
patchworkgirl_ ) and, after a minor hiccough* did the salsa thing into the wee hours of the morning with Ant and the girls. In further news, a terrifying thing: there is a child staying with us until the end of the week. She is four years old. My heart, she quailed.
The four-year-old has attached herself to me like glue. I am so awkward around children! But they adore me? No, seriously. She won't leave me alone. She is, fortunately, cute, although with a horrid inclination TO HIDE MY KEYS and my NOTEBOOK and stuff because I don't pay her enough attention. And she's all, "Que? Que? Porque? Pooooorquee!" every time I try to read. But still, cute. It quite makes ones ovaries ache, although my mother informed me the other day that I am 'past it' (MUM I'M 27, K) for bearing children.
Oh, well. At least I have mi Amy.
*EDITED FOR LIFT HORROR: So when we went to Ant's flat, we had to use the lift (takes four people, we were four). It's this tiny one-metre-squared deathtrap. Anyway, I swallowed the claustrophobic terror which always rises in my chest at being confronted with a lift and told myself that Ant lives on the seventh floor and it'd all be over in a minute.
EXCEPT THE LIFT STOPPED ABOUT TWO INCHES SHORT OF THE DOOR AND WE WERE ALL WTF AND ANT COULD SEE US THROUGH THE GLASS AND WAS LIKE DON'T PANIC DON'T PANIC BUT IT WAS HALF AN HOUR HALF AN HOUR GUYS SO I SWALLOWED DOWN THE URGE TO SCREAM EVEN IF AMANDA KEPT LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY AND NIC RECORDED IT FOR 'YOUTUBE POSTERITY'
Anyway, to make them hurry, Ant had to tell the dude who came to rescue us that we were panicking. So we had to duly be all theatrical and panicky when he arrived. Except the white, white colour of my face and my terror-stricken gaze were for real, guyz. ;_;
