Saturday, 21 December 2013

this season


So I've been reading animal farm by the tree all day. I finished it too. Not sure what my opinion is quitteee just yet but I'm working on it. Today was a sleepy start to the christmas holidays.


I like getting to pick out the tree. It seems kind of wasteful, but Christmas doesn't seem as magical without the ritual.



Have you been reading anything good lately?

Anna x

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updated 01/07/2017 

Sunday, 17 February 2013

warmth


 I suppose we had better go for tea and have a chat then, shall we?

 Okay, so here's some background; I was just at the cinema with my good friends and we saw Lès Miserables and ate over-priced popcorn and rubbish. I came home and then you called me and now we're going out for tea together.

 It'ss a comfy little place and we sitt near the back. It's almost twenty past three so we've arrived a little late for it to be lunch time and they're all out of croissants. We get four little almond biscuits to share instead, but you aren't that hungry and give me one of yours. I insist that you have it, but you do the same to me back and I admit it; I eat it. Unusual for me because almonds aren't really my thing, but I promise you these are different.

 You like tea without milk but with a dash of sugar. They give it to you in a big mug and you smile and thank the waiter. I'll also admit to not drinking tea and so get a hot chocolate instead. They put mini marshmallows on top of it but I take them off because I'm a vegetarian and those things aren't vegetarian friendly. The hot chocolate is good and warms me right up.

 For ages we smile and talk with our hands around our mugs and sometimes with our hands gripped around the pencil, scrawling a shopping list and doodling in the notebook you brought along.

 Now the last trickles of warmth are fading from our mugs, and as we get up to go we smile at each  other again.

 "I had such a lovely time. Thanks for the extra biscuit by the way," I say.

 "Yeah. It was so good. We must do this again."

 "We must."

updated 30.06.2017

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

Run


 Sunday last I went ahead and tackled the fifth one written on my fifteen by fifteen list. I put on my navy track suit bottoms that are warm but have more holes at the very bottom of the leg than i-don't-know-what and need to be sewn into shorts come summertime, that orange t-shirt that I got for a costume and never really wore (orange is not my colour) and a pullover on top to keep me warm. I put on a pair of white sports socks that I normally just use as socks because I don't really do much sport and then I slipped on those heavy runners and left the house.
 I jogged, concentrating on my breaths and slowing down before speeding up again. As we kept going, I'll admit I wanted to stop to take a breather or walk the rest of way home but I didn't. As I said, I kept going.
 My throat was dry by the time we reached the front door and I was relieved to get inside to take of my shoes and have a drink of water.
 For the next three days my joints ached but I was pleased with myself anyway.
 On the fourth day afterwards, I changed into my sports uniform and pulled on those same shoes. This time it was in a different setting and this time I wasn't going for a run. I walked over to the pitch where I met up with my friends and played soccer. With each second I improved as I watched my other team mates and learned from my mistakes. It was dark and raining when I panted away from the pitch. I took off my then mud-caked runners before I climbed into the car. My socks were a new colour and matched the bottom of my track suit bottoms - also a new dark brown hue. I was soaking but revelled in it.

 This year I want to be more active. For as much as it hurts, it does so much good and let's be honest here; it's actually kind of fun.

Anna x

 What do you think of sport?

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