I am still right here
I can’t really say that my attention span has improved or even returned at all, but all the same I think I should try to squeeze in a last post before 2004 runs out of days (or hours).
I haven’t been blogging much, largely because nothing much has been going on. I was at home for Christmas, which was okay although next year I don’t think I‘ll stay as many days – especially if I have to share a bed with my sister again. She’s 8, but takes up a helluva lot of space and actually managed to elbow my jaw in her sleep, the brat!
Anyway, I’m home again with all my very sensible presents and a couple of vouchers that I spent on, among other things, the Lost in Translation-DVD. When I saw it in Crawley last year, I’d gone on my own to the cinema around noon and as a result I had an entire row of seats to myself, could put my feet up and give a seat to my Coke and popcorn. The only other people were a woman 5 rows down and then a group of people with Down’s syndrome, who seemed to like Scarlett Johansson very much (but then again, who wouldn’t?)! Seeing the movie took me right back and it was really nice, also because it’s just a lovely movie.
Do you ever have a feeling that you could avoid a lot of trouble if you could develop that sense of the seemingly obvious that mothers usually have? I’m talking about the “The sky is pitch dark, bring an umbrella” or “It’s minus 5 Centigrade – you should put on a warmer sweater” here. Or, as in my case “Pernille, you probably shouldn’t try to pour melted chocolate into your mouth when you’re wearing a white shirt”. Sigh.
Oh well, that’ll be it for now. Have a lovely New Year and New Year’s Eve. Try not to blow off any of your limbs; you’ll miss them tomorrow if you can’t dial for pizza or reach out for the Coca-Cola and paracetamol, promise!