The sun is shinning. I pace the kitchen floor, and let ‘the voices’ consider my options.
‘Go out – stay in – it will be fun – it will be a disaster – the fresh air will do you good – the sunlight will burn your tender skin – you could go to the bookshop – the people in the bookshop will call the police; they have already begun to look at you in a strange manner – you might make a new friend – you will not make a new friend, you are not the type of person kindhearted people want to associate with – you might fall in love - hahahaha – go out – stay in’
I decide to stay in.
come and see me!
i'll show you all the sights, then we can drink tea and gossip about all the bloggers we don't like :)
as an added incentive, my house stinks of paint, so you can also get off your face for the bargain price of nothing.
Posted by: pink | April 25, 2006 at 04:55 AM
Am v.tempted ... I love day-returns to Blighty.
Posted by: andre | April 25, 2006 at 05:01 AM
Get a dog!
Since I moved in with Buddy the black lab lifes been much happier.
It's a great excuse for walking in parks and woods on your own without looking like a loner and/or someone with mental health issues.
People are much nicer to you when you have a dog.
Posted by: Celeste | April 25, 2006 at 05:58 AM
Be thankful that you are not trapped in an office being taunted by the sun shining through the skylights, without the option of going out. All those possibilities just outside my window and met sat here with no hope of getting to them...
Posted by: thecatgirlspeaks | April 25, 2006 at 06:05 AM
Celeste - a dog? a dog?
Even with a dog, I would still look like a person with mental health issues - they would just say 'oh look at that person over there on the swing ... he looks like he's got mental health issues ... bet it's the depressions ... oh well, at least he has a dog to keep him company ... poor thing ... no, no, children, keep away ... we don't want you catching anything'
Posted by: andre | April 25, 2006 at 06:06 AM
Come to my place and we could stay in.. and fall in love too.
i dun stay in london though.. ugh.
Posted by: girlfriend wannabe | April 25, 2006 at 06:38 AM
Ah well I tried.
*pouts*
Posted by: Celeste | April 25, 2006 at 07:22 AM
celeste thanks for trying [the pouting is helping big time ... 4 sevens are 28]
But girlfriend wannabe you is not real - you is someone else - are you jonny B?
Posted by: andre | April 25, 2006 at 07:54 AM
i'm as real as you want me to be.. jonny is a boy?
Posted by: girlfriend wannabe | April 25, 2006 at 11:40 AM
hehehe. I bet the people in your street gossip: "this guy with the hair he must be having mental health issues, such a nice weather and he stays at home all days guess what he is doing there". Thank temperature suddenly dropped by 20 degrees here and I can feel nice and cosy again (for a short while).
Posted by: mag | April 25, 2006 at 04:45 PM
Oh god, we're too alike. Maybe now I'll fill in your previous application for new girlfriend.
Posted by: Katy | April 25, 2006 at 06:06 PM
I too let the cynical side get the best of me.
Posted by: Lindsey Little | April 25, 2006 at 06:53 PM
Lindsey Little - I am trying very hard not to write about the cynical voices that sometimes fill my head ... I always wake up the next morning, and think, why, oh why, did I write that on my blog.
Katy - blush
Mag - I try not to look/let alone talk to the common people in my street
Girlfriend wannabe - Am very impressed with the books you read
Posted by: andre | April 25, 2006 at 07:00 PM
No no, don't listen to the voices, run away from them, run outside and play.
Posted by: guyana-gyal | April 25, 2006 at 07:01 PM
Guyana-gyal ... the voices have left me now ... I am calm ... all is well
Posted by: andre | April 25, 2006 at 07:06 PM