The weekend, by the way, was pretty wonderful. I visited my beautiful beach! It's been ages since I actually stood on the shoreline and felt the water lap against my legs, or felt the cold shock of a wave as it attempted to drag me back with it...I think, since before my grandmother passed away. The sound of the water crashing onto the sand always soothes me, and wonderful things always happen at the beach. True Story.
I drove a manual car this weekend too! After a year! So, ok, I stalled at the beginning - switched off on the take off. I'm not proud of that, but considering it's been an entire year (probably longer really) since I got behind the wheel of anything not an automatic, I really feel quite the coolbean - especially considering that after the first go, I totally caught the hang of it again (it's like riding a bike, except instead of balancing yourself, you have to balance the clutch - but once you get the feel of that, it's smooth going from there). I forgot how FUN manual cars are - going back to the auto proved to be quite the boring experience afterwards.
And, the monkeys seem to be attracted to me. Today, they inhabited my home - and refused to leave. I left for 5minutes (literally) and when I walked back inside, I saw them sitting on the kitchen counter and around, eating the sponge cake my aunt had baked for us. The little shits had opened the container and were feasting themselves - they didn't even flinch when I shouted at them! Then I strode towards them (I was rather very pissed off at this stage), and I think they realised that I meant business, because they ran further into the house, away from me. And then I realised that there were no exits for them that way and I was blocking the only one - and I realised too, that I didn't want to be the only thing standing between a troop of panicked monkeys and their escape route. So I backed out, subtly, and stood around outside waiting for them to make an appearance. Sure enough, soon, I saw one furtive furry little head peep outside the door and then a ball of grey shot out and over the balustrade, wall and subsequent bushes on the other side, followed by the others. And then they sat there, looking at me serenely and munching on my food. I shouted at them, I vented, I attempted to find a rock to chuck at them - and they didn't even flinch (well, I wouldn't either if I had a whole huge boundary wall between me and my offender). Little bastards.
On the plus side, I learnt how to remedy bruises. Well, I suppose it was common sense - seeing as a bruise basically occurs when the blood corpuscles burst due to too much friction or pressure, and then tiny clots form, causing the said bruise - so you basically have to get the free flowing blood to wash away the clotted one, so stimulate the area with a cloth soaked in hot (HOT) water a few times a day...and if you're in the right state of mind, prevention is better than cure, so as soon as the bruising occurs apply a cold compress. I feel so much more savy now. I'm told it works pretty well for love-bites too (just saying).
And on an aside: even though I've said this before and I'll probably say it countless times more, if he continues to be as coolbeans as he has been so far - Ordinary Guy is so far out of the realm of ordinary it's surreal...he really is, amazingly extraordinary.
P.s. I have a chocolate craving that's almost unbearable! I don't think that's normal...
I drove a manual car this weekend too! After a year! So, ok, I stalled at the beginning - switched off on the take off. I'm not proud of that, but considering it's been an entire year (probably longer really) since I got behind the wheel of anything not an automatic, I really feel quite the coolbean - especially considering that after the first go, I totally caught the hang of it again (it's like riding a bike, except instead of balancing yourself, you have to balance the clutch - but once you get the feel of that, it's smooth going from there). I forgot how FUN manual cars are - going back to the auto proved to be quite the boring experience afterwards.
And, the monkeys seem to be attracted to me. Today, they inhabited my home - and refused to leave. I left for 5minutes (literally) and when I walked back inside, I saw them sitting on the kitchen counter and around, eating the sponge cake my aunt had baked for us. The little shits had opened the container and were feasting themselves - they didn't even flinch when I shouted at them! Then I strode towards them (I was rather very pissed off at this stage), and I think they realised that I meant business, because they ran further into the house, away from me. And then I realised that there were no exits for them that way and I was blocking the only one - and I realised too, that I didn't want to be the only thing standing between a troop of panicked monkeys and their escape route. So I backed out, subtly, and stood around outside waiting for them to make an appearance. Sure enough, soon, I saw one furtive furry little head peep outside the door and then a ball of grey shot out and over the balustrade, wall and subsequent bushes on the other side, followed by the others. And then they sat there, looking at me serenely and munching on my food. I shouted at them, I vented, I attempted to find a rock to chuck at them - and they didn't even flinch (well, I wouldn't either if I had a whole huge boundary wall between me and my offender). Little bastards.
On the plus side, I learnt how to remedy bruises. Well, I suppose it was common sense - seeing as a bruise basically occurs when the blood corpuscles burst due to too much friction or pressure, and then tiny clots form, causing the said bruise - so you basically have to get the free flowing blood to wash away the clotted one, so stimulate the area with a cloth soaked in hot (HOT) water a few times a day...and if you're in the right state of mind, prevention is better than cure, so as soon as the bruising occurs apply a cold compress. I feel so much more savy now. I'm told it works pretty well for love-bites too (just saying).
And on an aside: even though I've said this before and I'll probably say it countless times more, if he continues to be as coolbeans as he has been so far - Ordinary Guy is so far out of the realm of ordinary it's surreal...he really is, amazingly extraordinary.
P.s. I have a chocolate craving that's almost unbearable! I don't think that's normal...
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