Well, it's 6pm on a Monday, and as usual my little house has become overrun by ten year olds learning the violin. At 5 o'clock the creep up the stairs, sheepishly seeking their lessons. My housemate, you see, is a violin teacher, and some afternoons she teaches from home. Usually I would make an effort to be far, far away from the house but unfortunately that was not to be, today. One day I was sitting at my kitchen table with Bec while one of these aural assaults was happening, and the light was such that the shadow of the little girl playing violin in the next room was cast, huge and angular, on the wall of the hallway, making her look like a giant, squealy stick insect! It was very Kafka's 'Metamorphosis'. Haha. Poor kids. I really hope they get better at violin, for their own sakes as well as mine. Hehe.
The reason I am somewhat home-ish today is because I've been struck with the obligatory get-home-from-overseas-get-a-cold cold. So here I am, head full of mush and drugged to my eyeballs on echinacea and panadol, trying to get my ideas together for my thesis (the topic of which i have just changed COMPLETELY, so i kinda should y'know, get a move on...), trying to get back into a bit of a work routine, having arguments with my telephone company, pretending my bedroom doesn't look like something straight out of Armageddon, and the rest of it.
Lots of fun. And now I'm off for dinner at my mum's house because i have also been struck with the obligatory get-home-from-overseas-and-have-no-money thing too.
Hmm. Good times!
See ya
JT x
