Dirty kitchens and boot skating...

It`s 3 pm. I just woke up and I'm happy I got to catch some light today. I`ve formed this bad habit of waking up after 4pm and this means that there are days when the only light I get is the one from light bulbs. Not that I`m complaining, I actually quite enjoy light bulb/laptop light.

So I`m up in the kitchen drinking my morning green tea and smoking my first cigarette of the day among kitchen appliances and utensils that seem to have run amok. Mugs filled with cigarette ends and leftover tea/coffee, dirty pieces of cutlery, mad mixers and blenders, something that used to be food and so on and so forth. Probably today everyone is going to play housewife and go to war against the kitchen. Probably...

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Its 4:48 in the morning several days after the previous 2 paragraphs. We have indeed played housewives, not very good ones for that matter...but that was expected I suppose. But this is not important now. What`s important is that yesterday there was the first snow of the year in Manchester. It snowed with some of the biggest snow flakes I have ever seen. They were in fact so big that I might have been under the impression that they made a deaf sound upon hitting the ground. Today I skated my boots on our street with Bubi and then went on to buy thermal socks and 7 puzzles in one and strolled around the Christmas market around the city centre. Even though there were minus something degrees outside we strolled around some parts of the town that were slightly undiscovered until now and window shopped at Emporio Armani.

All in all, a productive day. Two more weeks until my mom`s coming to visit and three more weeks until I touch Romanian ground again! Oh...and happy country-day to Romania!

Groovy fun and burglars

This is one of those posts when I know that I want to transmit something. I don`t know exactly what that is, but I know the feel of it, and I think that it`s enough to try to blog about it.

Last week was definitely one of the best worst weeks ever. We have had some friends visit for a week (well, Bolo`s friends, but I suppose I can sort of call them my friends as well now). First off I barely got any sleep and the sleep I got was not really the amount I needed, so at the end of the week I was pretty beat because during the week - we went clubbing, we got drunk, we played rummy, we played cards, charades, and what not. Oh, we also played the 'clue' game which we conveniently names BILC, we through concerts for each other, if you can call what we did concerts, we listened to old romanian tales (the ones our grandparents used to tell us), which apparently are very funny.

Anyway, the highlight of the week was our house being broken into. We quite simply left the back door open, and someone just entered, grabbed 2 watches, 2 laptops (mine was one of them) and then proceded to Eli's room who was (un)fortunately in the room. So he only stole these items, but was planning to steal our cigarettes (damn him for even considering that). He didn`t touch Bolo's laptop - but this is not particularly surprising since it`s a piece of junk (sorry, bub, but it`s the truth). So right after I get home, I dial 999 and in my panic I start complaining "someone broke into our house...bla bla bla" and a rugged voice replies "Do you need police, firemen or ambulance". Really now, if you take enough time to ask that question I might have needed all of them. The point is that no one is hurt, (apart from the data from my laptop which could have been deemed a very good friend of mine), and that my contact with the outside world is limited untill I get a new laptop whose hiding place I am not going to reveal.

And now I shall go eat something Bolo and Eli cooked...

Bon apetit!

i

"Chez le fatal picard" no more, but still the same

Today`s there is an old end to a new day. Looking around, this room feels more and more like home. The table is full of clothes, and one book, no, two books, if you pay really close attention. There are exactly 6 pairs of shoes on the floor (12 shoes, but not sure if they make up 6 pairs or 5 pairs and two unpaired shoes), and exactly two piles of clothes on the floor, near the laundry basket (one of the piles may still have wearable clothes). The bookshelf is used as laptop support (very lateral thinking) and on of the shelves for feet support while sitting on the bed. The purple "painting" of a road we bought when we moved here would probably fall from the cupboard if it weren`t for my clean underwear (the dirty underwear is tossed all over the upstairs room) and some other t-shirts plus a small broken lamp. Most of the time, drawers should be kept shut, but not here. In this world, drawers are wide open. Ours are full of papers, cables, socks, and huge amounts of various nothings that we will never use in our lives. The night stand (a converted table) has a belt on it, an external hard-drive, a watch, and a book titled "The devil`s bible" which I always intended to read, but never got around to, a pen, a DVD (we found it in the room, so it must`ve belonged to the previous tenants), and a pair of socks. The bed is covered in blue and golden sheets, the golden are mine, the blue are Bolo's. Any stranger could see inside this room, if they bothered to take a peek through the crack in the curtains, but that doesn`t bother me - never was much of a private person.

This is my environment and it`s as cosy as is chaotic.The lights are dim. Bolo ordered online a lamp cover, which does not fit and blocks most of the power of the light bulb. We decided to install it though, but it does not look as something that should be standing on the ceiling, it looks like something that should be standing on a desk.

None of this matters, it`s the way things are done around here.