All that's bothering me now are some slight growing pains in my right leg, but let's not worry about those.
Last night it was my sister's party (she's almost 15). A terrifying bunch, those Year 10s - gargantuan. The boys, anyway. As for the girls...mmm, flesh. However, I heroically battled my way through gangs of horny teenagers to reach my beloved upstairs, where we watched Kill Bill 2. I tried to nap, but was distracted by screams and the like from the TV.
I was up at 8 o'clock this morning, feeling full of energy. I ate Weetabix, played Weboggle and did generally useful things, before prodding my sisters awake to make my mother breakfast in bed...at half 10.
I am currently reading the British System of Government, and I am finding it ashamedly interesting. Julia has, as a result, forbid me from becoming a politician, or any other job that begins with p.
Slippers are a wonderful thing, though impractical in going up and down stairs at high speeds.
In the future, when I have my own house (or with a spouse), I do not ask for much. All I ask for is:
- Good towels. White, rough ones, that take water off and the top layer of your skin as well. Not these namby-pamby cotton wrap things. I want to be dry and scoured!
- An organised kitchen. Not freakishly so, sensibly so. I want the tea making facilities to be kept together. Breakfast things to be kept together. I want my pans stacked, godamnit!
- Pets. I would like cats, but there seems to be an increasing risk of me being allergic to cats these days. So backups are, in no particular order - dog, tortoise, lizard, fish.
- A good bath. Curly taps, big enough for two people/one really fat person, and taps at the
- Comfy bed. Cotton sheets, thick (single) duvet, but evenly textured. Several pillows. A radio alarm.
- Quiet neighbours. Sometimes I would like lots of noise, but I want it to be on -my- terms.
- Carpets. None of this lacquered wood nonsense.
- Furniture. Proper furniture. No post-modern, minimalist faux leather monstrosities. Preferably old, and solid. Ikea is evil.
- Pictures. Paintings, photos, prints. My walls will be a vibrant gallery of people and places. My house will have -character-, damnit!
- Noticeboards. Full of paper. Reminders, notes, scribblings, doodles, admin stuff. Occasionally I will have a clearout.
- The Study.
The Study is important. I have, of late, been building it up in my mind. I want bookcases on every wall, and a big antique desk. I want a good computer, surrounded by mounds of papers. I want a deep pile carpet. And a comfy armchair. And a window with a nice view, but curtains. Wife, children or no, this will be -my- territory.
See, I don't want much. Just a room somewhere...far away from the cold night air...with one enormous chair...oh, wouldn't it be lovely.
In this flawed world, aiming for perfection is the only way things get done.
