Sunday, April 27, 2003

 

April 27, 2003: 3.48pm

Love seeketh only self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.'

Blake
the clod and the pebble

posted by Brianne 2:47 pm

 

April 27, 2003: 3.31pm

Sunday

fallen blossom blowing across the roads, suicidal birds throwing themselves under car wheels, numb bums in church seats, sunshine and fine breezes, good food and wine with good friends and laughter, dried out contact lenses in tired eyes and a stimulating coffee in my hands.

posted by Brianne 2:29 pm

 

April 27, 2003: 3.24pm

'Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.'

Blake
the clod and the pebble

posted by Brianne 2:23 pm

Friday, April 25, 2003

 

April 25, 2003: 5.25pm

8.00am woke up, arm went out to alarm clock. Can't have been my arm, it shook to much, old lady must have been in while i slept and swapped arms. If anyone sees an old lady with a 21 year olds arm call the police but don't approach her, she is armed and dangerous BOOM BOOM (groan).
After fumbling with the switch i finally turned it off (old lady arm did not help in the process) i slumped in bed and waited for the sound of Esther's alarm.

8.15am Esther knocked on door "o....k....." I want to cry out 'help! old lady has taken over whole body and cannot get up' but instead i call out yes in reply to 'coffee?' Neither of us seem capable of more than one word at a time.

9isham bath.

10 - 11 am stuff happened...i'm sure it was great but apparently not memorable.

11.10am arrive at health centre

11.30am I am ruthlessly stabbed with a needle filled with a bright pink liquid. I am told that it is a vacine against rabies but i know there game it's a conspiracy to infect me with bright pink stuff, which will make me act crazy and erm wear bright pink clothes...and my hair will turn pink...yes thats definitely it ha ha! I've got them now hee hee heee heeeeeeeeeee.

sometime later am come home and show off blood covered arm to Esther.

12.20pm power nap...except i could not stop thinking about hyrdophobia. Why is it a symptom of rabies to fear water? answers on a postcard.

1-3ishpm lunch, neighbours, doctors (oops!)

3-5ishpm work and discussion about what is English with Esther. Result: Tea (obviously), and not only a habit of talking about the weather a lot but also enjoying talking about weather (i definitely do). Also (and this is related to weather) a tendency to wear summer clothes at the slightest sign of sunshine, even if arctic winds are blowing.

5-nowpm blogging

Thus ends a boring blog of my day.

posted by Brianne 4:23 pm

 

April 25, 2003: 5.08pm

This one's going out to Esther...

hello is it me you're looking for?
no?....are you sure?....oh....ok.....i'll go then....*sob*....

posted by Brianne 4:07 pm

 

April 25, 2003: 5.06pm

rain drops keep falling on my head...not that i notice because i'm indoors and the rain is not so wet indoors, isn't that right est?

posted by Brianne 4:05 pm

Wednesday, April 23, 2003

 

April 23, 2003: 5.11pm

I have returned to Keele...back to dissertations and revision...so of course i am blogging.
It was a lovely week spent with my family...Callum has grown so much and his personality really shines through. He seems so full of wonder and delight at this new world he perceives around him, his beautiful blue eyes full of questions. His question to me seemed to be 'why do you have so much hair?' It certainly help to keep him quiet, at the moment it is enough to give him my hair to hold to stop him crying. It was strange to watch my brother being a dad, feeding, bathing, playing with Callum. I keep looking at him and thinking o my goodness Mark is 30 years old, when did that happen? When did my brother grow up?

posted by Brianne 4:11 pm

 

April 23, 2003: 4.51pm

Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Kahlil Gibran

posted by Brianne 3:52 pm