Day of Thor

I am home, and it's comfortable and luxurious and there's food in the fridge without mould on, and the hot water doesn't run out if someone has already had a shower.

I have a job interview tomorrow morning, eep.

Dominic and I had a note-worthy conversation over our carnivorous breakfast this morning: it is interesting to see so obviously the different speeds of people's thought processes. Mine is slow, sticks to one concept and goes on on on until I've reached the 'end' of that, become the best I can be, pretty sluggish and stubborn. But people like my brother, their brain flits from one thing to the next, living life in a state of feverish excitement and enthusiasm or mild disappointment. Always searching for the next big thing. Butterfly-like.

If my laptop was a chest of drawers, this would have been stuffed down the back of one of them:

Merry Christmas, here’s your present blame,
Cryptic apology veiled, silver ribbon,
Sorry doesn’t cut it but dusts it, glitter water
Turns to wine, mulled over but it’s not my fault,
It’s yours, ours, theirs, Many Happy Returns!
Not on the card list, but his feet upon the table,
Watches his decimal children for the first time,
Last time. 2.4, eating plum pi with Mr Jones,
Comparing weight, brave face lies and hidden surprise,
A piece of pirate gold, chocolate money sold
For plastic boxes. Plastic limbs. Plastic smiles.
Argos watch and aftershave, a close one...
“They nearly guessed, those pesky kids,
They nearly found us out.”
Re-runs like Scooby Doo, past the plant and clock,
Same old differences, irreconcilable,
A white Divorce under the starry snow,
Delayed by electric candles and tinsel pine,
Forced, contrived until the Auld Lang Sine,
“They nearly guessed” she carol sang
“They very nearly guessed”

Ah teenage angst!

Lucy
xxx