Yes, you can all resume your daily routines, get a normal night's sleep, blow out the prayer candles and in general breathe again; I have arrived... To be precise, I moved into my new flat yesterday afternoon at around 1 o'clock. I almost immediately had to get out again because to my utter surprise, the bedlinnen and other such things that I had expected to be there were in fact not, and the pots and pans that my eyes were trying to find in the kitchen storage had no physical apparation either. Actually, besides the usual major appliances, there were almost no kitchen utensils at all except those of my (then) two (now 5) roomates. So I had to walk downtown (which for some is ideally located on walking distance from my home, but for others (me) a fair bit of trodding away up and down the hill that is Liverpool (where's the pool anyway? It's more like a mountain if you ask me) to buy such and such. Got mistaken for a Swede at one point, but luckily also a Brit, bumped into a very large sweaty Liverpudlian, witnessed the largest queue in history, the worst accent in history, and a major muscle ache from all of the bumping, looking and trudging up hills.
I would like to write more (or for that matter; more eloquently, better spelled and less chaotic) but I only have an hour at the library computers and the reason I am one of those computers is a whole 'nother story in itself.
So, Cheerio for now and I'll be back soon. Hopefully on my own internetconnection where I'll be able to post pictures of my homey and my homeys.
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Got no rhyme, got no rhythm, got no iambs, got not meter. But I've got poetry. I got life.
About Me
- Mixy
- Leiden, Netherlands
- Poet and writer of children’s stories, has now tried her hand at writing short fiction. She tried her other hand too and suddenly it became much easier to type. After invariably being misprinted, misquoted and misprized in various low-brow and on occasion even no-brow magazines she’s opted for branching out into other foliages of literature. Whether fruitful or futile, the muse in Myrthe has no intention of retiring any time soon. Her first short story has already been laudably received by various critics and only last year she was awarded the Second Prize in pointless ramblings by her literary peers.
I like:
- Bubblewrap: http://fun.from.hell.pl/2003-11-24/bubblewrap.swf
3 comments:
Ahh you poor thing! Sounds like everything went to plan, or not at all! ;>) I hope you are okay and that my fellow country folk are being nice to you..if not let me know and I'll pop up and sort them out for you! Stys and take care!
Jup xx
Aaahh! Me feel sorry for you! But no worries, I have card(s) coming your way, are nice, and a little funny, if not to show how dense I can be...hehe...Oh well. Me want to know about the longest queue, but the worst accident not so much I think...
Miss you already! No myrt-myrt in Leiden. Weird!
xxx Sue
Howdie Myrthe!
Aren’t you missing our beautiful flat land already…?
Well Liverpool really sounds like a place to go by the way you make it sound... very large sweaty Liverpudlian (Is that the name of these poor people?)...the worst accent in history (wonder how long you’re going to preserve yours)
Hope you get settled soon in your new place with your new homeys!
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