Scenes of Minor Peril

Sarge had a Boys' Night on Friday. I may have shut myself up in the office to write, with loud country music on. I may have even forgotten to eat my cheese-centric dinner, reserved for nights Sarge isn't home. I flipped between the very sparse notepad on Sarge's Linux-run computer, last.fm, Facebook and Irene updates. … Continue reading Scenes of Minor Peril

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No Love in an Elevator

Someone got stuck in our lift yesterday.  No, it wasn't me. Unlike other buildings I've lived in, the engineers  came out quite quickly, and it was working again almost before I knew it was gone. People have actually asked me if I'm afraid of lifts.  Well, no.  If I were, I'd be screwed.  Or at … Continue reading No Love in an Elevator

One Umbrella Flying in the Rain

I like my rain like I like my snow.  Drumming on the roof and trailing down the windows while I read a book and sip hot chocolate.  Candles optional.  Marshmallows mandatory. I can't drive in rain jackets.  They flap about and slow me down and are generally useless.  They get caught in my wheels and … Continue reading One Umbrella Flying in the Rain