Today, I blatantly manifested a biscuit. It was a digestive. I was thinking about them... really thinking about them, and thinking how very much I'd like to eat one. In order to stay in the cafe I was in using the internet a bit longer, I ordered a second coffee and paf! there it was: a little digestive biscuit. Bugger me. There wasn't one with the first coffee. The power of my mind!Maybe it's like sneezing in France. First it's à tes souhaits (no biscuit), then à tes amours (digestive) and then, according to google.fr, it's à ta bonté (what, a gold-wrapped luxury special with extra thick chocolate?). Maybe not.
And, without getting too excited, can I just say 'woooooot woooooooot wooooooooooot!'. I met the small, sedate dog today. Her name is Ouzo and she has eyes like a person. She's from another country. She was small and unassuming and she enjoyed hiding behind people's legs almost as much as she enjoyed munching her bum (bless her - ungainly dog thing to do on a first visit).
Her owners, Jess and Danny, were just delightful in so many ways, and if all goes well, they'll take the flat tomorrow. I like all of them very much and I think this will go really well. And I'm so very happy that a dog will be living there. I know that's stupid of me, in practical terms. Dogs have toenails. So do we, but ours don't point downwards, mostly, and they're not as thick.
They're also more prone to weeing where they shouldn't than we are (though I did hear the most fabulous inappropriate human weeing story yesterday that I can't divulge - absolutely glorious, it was) and they do pong a little bit. But if I lived there, I'd have a dog, and of all dogs, she is a very good choice. I could have put her in my backpack and made off with her, apart from the fact that she's so obviously infatuated with her owner (and vice versa).
And I do love that flat. I didn't buy it to rent out - I bought it to move into, because I loved it. I know now that it wouldn't work for me to move to Edinburgh unless I absolutely had to, but if I could live there, I think I'd like it very much. It's got a lovely feeling to it. And now it's pretty empty of stuff. When it's lived in, it looks extra specially nice.
Thank you for a super snip with Esther Lilley (and for letting me borrow the word 'super', Lill - that's yours, really). Thank you for a lovely meal with Lawrence, and for a bath, and earlier for a proper big old chat with Catherine. Nice to get the chance for a real meaty chinwag (sorry - horrid word).
I miss my swim, but I have my costume, and not far is Portobello, and the sea. And if that fails, there's a swimming pool and spa. I think I'd need the rash cleared up for the indoor bit. Never know though. OOh...
I might try vaseline. Can't hurt. Well, it probably can, what with how it's going, but I will try. Worked a treat on a scissory stab-wound to the bony bit of the thumb, once I got over the nauseous fascination for the wound itself. Maybe it will work on Rash.
Sounds like it's taking on a pesonality: Rash. It is. 'Oh, hello, Rash, how are you doing today? You've been busy, haven't you? You must be tired. Would you like some tea?' Maybe I should get used to it and embrace it instead of getting cross and trying to get rid of it. No wonder it's irritable. Oh, whatever. Something, I hope, will work soon. It's Friday tomorrow. On Saturday, it will have been a week. Bloody hell! If it's karma, I must have really fisted someone badly.
And thank you for this picture - randomly sent to me by Ambreen.I bet this rabbit is actually normal size. It's just that Ambreen is genuinely only the size of a worry doll (I swear she gets smaller between sightings - it surprises me every time). Anyway - this picture made my day, as did this shouty but very meaningful link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-VM7BDHA8MQ
I'm grateful for helpful, patient bus drivers, and lucky buses; for a seat upstairs at the front on every one (the above picture is not what I looked like - I say again: I am a grown- up - but it is what I felt like); for a strangely hot-
and-cold second hand bookshop owner in Buccleugh Street (no idea if that's spelt right, but just say some vowel sounds you don't expect and put the stress somewhere random, and i'm sure you'll get the pronounciation right).
And yesterday, for a big, long, useful chat with William(theyoungbuck)Steele. Very good.
Thank you for this bed, and for the Vaseline idea. I hope it's The One.
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