Budapest

I’m watching In Her Shoes, and the scene where she reads the e.e. cummings poem at the wedding has just been and gone. It brought to mind this e.e. cummings poem which I was delighted to find many many years ago when I was still at ?school:

http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/eecummings/331

(I meant to cut and paste it but couldn’t work out how to sort the font out)

I still haven’t done my reading, and it got me tonight. Robert, who’s English, was telling me things about Kevin Rudd I didn’t know. Woops. Will be looking this up next chance I get – well, before the end of this week (that’s Sunday night).

There’s nothing like shopping in Ikea to make you feel irrevocably, no, irretrievably, one half of a couple. We went to get something to store the excess of clothes that I have – not that I have an excessive amount of clothes, it’s more that he does, so that he can’t quite accommodate mine. Anyway, the piles of clothes threatening to fall out everytime he opened his wardrobe doors was starting to do his head in, poor dear. Unfortunately, we couldn’t quite agree on what to get – the chest of drawers he wanted to get for his room wasn’t the kind of storage I wanted for my clothes (don’t fancy reaching far into the back, and pulling things out to get to things in the bottom) – so we came away empty-handed. Except for the inevitable bits and bobs we picked up as we trawled through Ikea, and the stacks of stuff PJ my friend bought.

I was very happy to hear today that Labor has finally wrested control of the government away from John Howard. Hooray! Funny but I feel less upset than I did last week when I found out I wasn’t enrolled to vote – I uncharacteristically actually had the foresight to take myself off the roll before leaving Oz, to then a week before the election realise I strongly did want to vote. Not that my one vote would’ve made a difference, but it was a right I – rather belatedly – decided I wanted to exercise, and it felt pretty sucky to have actually given it up. The worrying thing is I didn’t actually know what Kevin Rudd had promised until today – only that I can’t understand how the majority of Australians could have voted for Howard the last two elections, and that Kevin Rudd always sounded very intelligent every time I saw him on telly. But hearing today that he’s very much for being more proactive about climate change, well, I think that would’ve definitely secured my vote.

…..I’m so ashamed to know so little…

another one of Lake Bled

Lake Bled

A bunch of us are driving to France tomorrow after work to go to a housewarming party, that of an ex-colleague of SF’s. I’m excited about that, but it means we have to pack tonight. And tonight we’ve got ourselves tickets to a sexy art exhibition, burlesque included, cocktails and nibblies available. I’m excited about that, but I’m also tired. And because I have to leave an hour earlier tomorrow, I’m going to have to try and be at work an hour earlier. I’m too tired to try and be at work an hour earlier. Why does it seem that it’s a constant conflict, the need to get things done at work, the need to have a life outside of work, and the need for sleep? And I’m not even really busy at work, I don’t have that many friends, I don’t go to the gym or have any other commitments outside of work. Time to look at my time management maybe.

Plitvice lakes

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I’ve only been at work a week and I’m already shagged. Everyday I’ve felt brain-dead when I get home from work. And I’ve spent almost the whole weekend just resting. Part of the reason I think is the commute to work – it takes almost an hour each way, which I know is average for most but it doesn’t make it easier to take.

At least with work being where it is I can almost pretend I’m a City girl on my walk from the tube to the hospital. Until the streets start getting dirtier, and the people are no longer homogenously dressed in dark suits. At least it doesn’t quite reach the same lows as the neighbourhood in Lewisham.

SF has been super-sweet, getting up with me every morning (about an hour earlier I’m sure than he usually does) so he can leave with me. And we can now catch the same tube (my stop is the one after his). I’m sure we make the other commuters sick sometimes – the trains is often so packed that it’s just too hard, even impossible sometimes, to read the Metro, or to get a book out of your bag, so we have to occupy ourselves in other ways ;).

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We saw an interesting play yesterday. It took place in a train station, with the audience members seated over the main concourse, equipped with headphones through which we tuned into the ‘intense personal drama’ unfolding. The effect was similar to watching a film – the inevitable thoughtless scanning of your eyes over the scene (they cleverly kept the main players out of sight for the first little while) probably producing much the same effect a director’s considered framing would – while your ears listened to a play (the actors wore mikes which fed into our headphones). Pretty clever stuff. And guess what? It was an Australian company – Back to Back.