Mon Dieu
So the football match was...well okay, it was fantastic. I don’t know, Nick was SO much better! Maybe getting away from the responsibilities of the house is just what he needed (needs more of?...). It was like, that sparkle that I saw when we had dinner those weeks ago came back to the fore. He even dressed the part! (which makes me wonder, if he knows how to dress, which he clearly does, then doesn’t that mean he’s dressing intentionally bad the rest of the time? And is dressing intentionally bad better or worse than dressing unknowingly bad? And, am I or am I not unconventionally shallow?)
I kept nudging him, asking him questions about football, which I confess here – I knew most of the answers to already! - (my dad coached my football team when I was young, before I discovered art and kissed boydom goodbye). I was trying to coax Nick into putting an arm around me, holding my hand, something. He didn’t pick up. Or know all that much about football, as it turns out. (Not that I minded, I went along - he was too adorable, getting off on telling me all the rules, right or wrong, proud like he knew more than me – oh stop it, you know you do it too. If male stupidity wasn't adorable it would be the end of civilization.)
And it seems to me, now more than ever, that the true champions are honestly the ones who can make the best of things that come along and don’t dream their lives away.
Anyway. Blogging from work this morning so better keep it short before the boss gets back from coffee break. This morning’s big news was the French company Tele Matin is buying out TV Wow. They aren't saying anyone is in or out, but we all know enough not to dream ahead. Lisette (copy girl) is already on her way to fashion school.
I don’t know how to react. Honestly? I don't care. I was certainly never the little girl who dreamt of becoming a TV Listings editor (well what little girl does, honestly?).
Hell, here she comes...
Tonight at 19:30 on BBC One: Stacey's in for a double shock!
------------------------------------
Nine Rooms updates every Tuesday - Gina - Nick - Claire - Alan - Joey
I kept nudging him, asking him questions about football, which I confess here – I knew most of the answers to already! - (my dad coached my football team when I was young, before I discovered art and kissed boydom goodbye). I was trying to coax Nick into putting an arm around me, holding my hand, something. He didn’t pick up. Or know all that much about football, as it turns out. (Not that I minded, I went along - he was too adorable, getting off on telling me all the rules, right or wrong, proud like he knew more than me – oh stop it, you know you do it too. If male stupidity wasn't adorable it would be the end of civilization.)
And it seems to me, now more than ever, that the true champions are honestly the ones who can make the best of things that come along and don’t dream their lives away.
Anyway. Blogging from work this morning so better keep it short before the boss gets back from coffee break. This morning’s big news was the French company Tele Matin is buying out TV Wow. They aren't saying anyone is in or out, but we all know enough not to dream ahead. Lisette (copy girl) is already on her way to fashion school.
I don’t know how to react. Honestly? I don't care. I was certainly never the little girl who dreamt of becoming a TV Listings editor (well what little girl does, honestly?).
Hell, here she comes...
Tonight at 19:30 on BBC One: Stacey's in for a double shock!
------------------------------------
Nine Rooms updates every Tuesday - Gina - Nick - Claire - Alan - Joey
posted by Claire Goodwin | 9:33 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home