Friday, September 22, 2006
Mike leading the blind
"I thought that bin liner was a cat," I said to Mike as we walked back from the Co-Op in the darkening evening."You really need to get contacts," he said.
"I wish it was a cat," I said. "Our cat."
Mike sighed. We walked past the big purple lavendar bush and round the road work signs as I turned to walk up our steps.
"Er! That's not our house," Mike said.
I looked up. "Shit, it's not is it," I said, quickly exiting next-door-but-one's drive.
Mike stared at me. "This is our house," he said, carefully guiding me up the steps.
Maybe I should wear my glasses more.
by billygean.co.uk at 7:32 PM |
4 Comments:
Thanks for sharing your thoughts and words with the world. In exchange I would like to share some thoughts on Fitness Club
1. I hate comment spammers!
2. Yes, glasses. Or get some groovy purple contact lenses and freak people out.
I've worked on the same ward for seven or eight weeks now, and still turn the wrong way to go to Xray :o)
How goes the time travelling?
Ah, fitness club, what a deep and meaningful blog.
Yes Suebob, I am currently wearing them! Trouble is I am vain. Maybe contacts. I look too much like a lawyer in these glasses. Maybe cats' eye contacts?!
Suzy, page 260 :). It's so good! I don't understand it al *all* - how have they finally met in the present?! But it's written so well and a page turner (time traveler's wife if anybody's wondering). However now it's to the library for statutory interpretation 2.
BG
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