time spent at the beach: wintry, sou'wester whipping the ocean, frenzied. ice-cream cake melting, wilting under harsh sunlight. never cold for long. dwarfed by an ocean, cliff-tops looming nearby - time to find somewhere else.
The past month has gone quietly. I've had two essays due, managed not to burn the kitchen down while cooking, and I've not had any strange visits from people claiming to be my landlord. I'm just in the middle of pouring a cup of coffee when there's a series of knocks on the door. Somewhere… Continue reading Tea and Cake With a Faux Landlord
It's an unusually sunny day and I'm in the sort of mood where even grocery shopping could be fun, rather than the usual chore. It's the type of day where one might speed through the aisles of the supermarket, before racing home to offload and go to the beach. The doorbell rings. Peering through the… Continue reading The Faux Landlords’ Odd Trio
OK. It's been a long day and I'm tired. An hour on the bus, and I just want to sit down.Argh. I hear voices. Odd... no-one else is due home for another few hours. Alright, this is nothing to worry about yet. It may just be the radio. From next door, because I know I… Continue reading The Faux Landlords
First: I consider this post a miracle. This morning I woke at 6:30 and traversed the rough terrains to university. This happens maybe thirteen times per year. I then sat two exams and dragged myself home. It's fourteen hours later and I'm pondering coffee versus tea. Today's post, if I managed it, was going to… Continue reading Stop By, Collect Cake