...of mice and men...
Yesterday, I'm helping various staff load new software onto their computers, Dotty gives me a biscuit for helping her, Indira also asks for help, I say "well Dotty's given me a biscuit, what are you going to give me?" and she says, quiet enough for only me to hear "are you sure you want me to tell you here?"
I'm not sure a faked coughing fit was the best way to respond to this. Whatever, I can't tell you what a warm feeling it gave me to hear it. I've been keeping it near my heart like something precious and taking it out to have a look at every now and then. Mmmm.
When were were talking after seeing Waqt I mentioned my housing situation and my spaniard-infested flat which I was going to have to clear out; I felt she nodded in a "this would be the place then" sort of way, and the following Monday she asked me whether I'd given Jose notice yet.
I think I'm aiming for another afternoon out now, Shakespeare at the Globe on Bankside or the London Aquarium, both finishing early enough for me to say "what shall we do next?" and be ready with the suggestion that we go back to my place and listen to Bulgarian folk music. But "my place" needs to be reasonably clean and presentable for me to do this, which frankly is going to take a lot of work. Alternatively I'm pondering "will you be offended if I try and kiss you now?" possibly followed up with "I thought it was time for a stupid romantic gesture", both of which would have to be in a suitably glamorous but not too crowded location - perhaps a quiet bit of riverbank or a park.
Getting the logistics right is very difficult, as if all the usual considerations weren't tricky enough.
Whatever, I think I have to be a bit more direct after the excessively timid episode in the cinema. This has been going on for nearly six months now and I need to see if this boat is going to float. In any case, I don't think she is going to be offended.
In other news, saw Mrs K's lovely sister on Sunday, for the first time in a long while and she gave me all her new phone numbers so I'll call her during the week and try and arrange to have dinner and a chat sometime.
Went to the opera with 'old flame' Marie-France this evening - Philip Glass' "Orphee" - which I thought was really good. The band could have been a bit louder - they were tucked round a corner due to the rather odd configuration of the theatre - but apart from that it was excellent, coming off as rather deeper and more serious than the Cocteau film on which it's closely based. The lovely Korean soprano was particulaly striking.
I'm not sure a faked coughing fit was the best way to respond to this. Whatever, I can't tell you what a warm feeling it gave me to hear it. I've been keeping it near my heart like something precious and taking it out to have a look at every now and then. Mmmm.
When were were talking after seeing Waqt I mentioned my housing situation and my spaniard-infested flat which I was going to have to clear out; I felt she nodded in a "this would be the place then" sort of way, and the following Monday she asked me whether I'd given Jose notice yet.
I think I'm aiming for another afternoon out now, Shakespeare at the Globe on Bankside or the London Aquarium, both finishing early enough for me to say "what shall we do next?" and be ready with the suggestion that we go back to my place and listen to Bulgarian folk music. But "my place" needs to be reasonably clean and presentable for me to do this, which frankly is going to take a lot of work. Alternatively I'm pondering "will you be offended if I try and kiss you now?" possibly followed up with "I thought it was time for a stupid romantic gesture", both of which would have to be in a suitably glamorous but not too crowded location - perhaps a quiet bit of riverbank or a park.
Getting the logistics right is very difficult, as if all the usual considerations weren't tricky enough.
Whatever, I think I have to be a bit more direct after the excessively timid episode in the cinema. This has been going on for nearly six months now and I need to see if this boat is going to float. In any case, I don't think she is going to be offended.
In other news, saw Mrs K's lovely sister on Sunday, for the first time in a long while and she gave me all her new phone numbers so I'll call her during the week and try and arrange to have dinner and a chat sometime.
Went to the opera with 'old flame' Marie-France this evening - Philip Glass' "Orphee" - which I thought was really good. The band could have been a bit louder - they were tucked round a corner due to the rather odd configuration of the theatre - but apart from that it was excellent, coming off as rather deeper and more serious than the Cocteau film on which it's closely based. The lovely Korean soprano was particulaly striking.
posted by Lost Tango at 11:00 PM
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