Hey
,
I know, it’s been a while…
I’m reading a book at the moment, it’s really drawn me into it, it’s the sequel to Inkheart by Cornelia Funke, Inkspell. At the beginning of every chapter there’s a little piece from somewhere else, a short poem, an excerpt from a different book or even a proverb. The latter is what gave me a sudden urge to write a blog:
The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink.
Chinese proverb, Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst
I really have to spend some time in the future reading some of my older blogs, to revive the long forgotten memories dating all the way back to Sunday, July 8, 2007
. No but seriously, in 15 years time, I reckon these little posts will be wonderful to read back on and in a much longer time, my children to read back on, haha
. That’s a funny thought 0.O!
Now I shall tell you about the crazy man on the bus
! Haha!
Venetia and I wanted to get to the ice-rink early on Saturday so that we would have plenty of skating time, of course I only woke up at midday, rolled around on my bed between five minute dozes, for a good half hour before finally convincing myself that I would the moment would eventually come when I would have to get up and that moment should be now rather than later…
Reluctantly, as I do every morning, I tugged on the taut mosquito net surrounding my bed until it came loose and lightly lay around my pillows. It’s not really necessary anymore since I haven’t seen a single mosquito in a while now but last night there was an alien XXXXXXXXXXX in my bedroom so just to be safe from any other lurking creepy crawlies, I tucked it in all around the edges of my bed, so that I was in a little tent like thing, my stylish mozzie net is like my security blanket
.
I dragged myself up, looking like a neanderthal woman, let Gizmo outside, squinted against the blinding sunshine and plonked myself down upon the warmth of the patio. Apparently 4 minutes of sunlight to the retina of your eye is supposed to completely kill that sleepy stage and you should be fully awake…
Once I felt revived, I went to wake Venetia, bumping into several walls and doors on the way. I glanced into the kitchen and already an hour had gone past, I don’t know where it had gone but it wasn’t there anymore, so instead of the calm way I usually wake Venetia, telling her that it’s time to wake up and offering her a cup of coffee, still blind from the contrasting between sunlight and dakness, I stumbled into her room and loudly announced ‘Venetia!! I don’t know how… but it’s already half past one!!! I’m going to go shower!’.
Venetia checked the bus timetables and soon we were ready and rushing out the door, powerwalking up the hill and breathing heavily. We got to the bus stop, over-heated and needing to sit down. We sat across the road, on the ground, under the shade of several trees. We were sitting there for about five minutes before looking at the time and commenting on how the bus must be late. Venetia walked across the road, looked at the table and came back… She’d looked at the wrong bus times and we had another twenty minutes to go before the our one came, so we sat down on the ground and waited.
Midway the journey is in town but for some unknown and extremely annoying reason, the bus driver just sits at the main stop for a little more than a quarter of an hour. It’s the most frustrating thing ever! Finally we were on the move again but at the next stop a man with a black labrador dog
Hey ,
I know, it’s been a while…
I’m reading a book at the moment, it’s really drawn me into it, it’s the sequel to Inkheart by Cornelia Funke, Inkspell. At the beginning of every chapter there’s a little piece from somewhere else, a short poem, an excerpt from a different book or even a proverb. The latter is what gave me a sudden urge to write a blog:
The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink.
Chinese proverb, Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst
I really have to spend some time in the future reading some of my older blogs, to revive the long forgotten memories dating all the way back to Sunday, July 8, 2007 . No but seriously, in 15 years time, I reckon these little posts will be wonderful to read back on and in a much longer time, my children to read back on, haha . That’s a funny thought 0.O!
Now I shall tell you about the crazy man on the bus ! Haha!
Venetia and I wanted to get to the ice-rink early on Saturday so that we would have plenty of skating time, of course I only woke up at midday, rolled around on my bed between five minute dozes, for a good half hour before finally convincing myself that I would the moment would eventually come when I would have to get up and that moment should be now rather than later…
Reluctantly, as I do every morning, I tugged on the taut mosquito net surrounding my bed until it came loose and lightly lay around my pillows. It’s not really necessary anymore since I haven’t seen a single mosquito in a while now but last night there was an alien [No! Not a real alien :/... Go read this blog if you don't know what I'm referring to ! --> There’s an ALIEN in my tea-cup! ] in my bedroom so just to be safe from any other lurking creepy crawlies, I tucked it in all around the edges of my bed, so that I was in a little tent like thing, my stylish mozzie net is like my security blanket .
I dragged myself up, looking like a neanderthal woman, let Gizmo outside, squinted against the blinding sunshine and plonked myself down upon the warmth of the patio. Apparently 4 minutes of sunlight to the retina of your eye is supposed to completely kill that sleepy stage and you should be fully awake…
Once I felt revived, I went to wake Venetia, bumping into several walls and doors on the way. I glanced into the kitchen and already an hour had gone past, I don’t know where it had gone but it wasn’t there anymore, so instead of the calm way I usually wake Venetia, telling her that it’s time to wake up and offering her a cup of coffee, still blind from the contrasting between sunlight and dakness, I stumbled into her room and loudly announced ‘Venetia!! I don’t know how… but it’s already half past one!!! I’m going to go shower!’.
Venetia checked the bus timetables and soon we were ready and rushing out the door, powerwalking up the hill and breathing heavily. We got to the bus stop, over-heated and needing to sit down. We sat across the road, on the ground, under the shade of several trees. We were sitting there for about five minutes before looking at the time and commenting on how the bus must be late. Venetia walked across the road, looked at the table and came back… She’d looked at the wrong bus times and we had another twenty minutes to go before the our one came, so we sat down on the ground and waited.
Midway the journey is in town but for some unknown and extremely annoying reason, the bus driver just sits at the main stop for a little more than a quarter of an hour. It’s the most frustrating thing ever! Finally we were on the move again but at the next stop a man with a black labrador dog hopped on… and so it began!
He was rattling off for a while in French about how it was an urgency that he got somewhere with his dog NOW and the bus driver just kept telling him how dogs were simply not allowed on the bus. Then the guy would turn around to the bus load of people and ask us all if we minded. Eventually he got annoyed with the bus driver and rose his voice using insults etc… Then he would turn to us all again, smile and calmly apologise. This had the bus in fits of laughter, it was so funny!
The bus driver had resorted to calling in the inspector for back up, but now the man with his dog was pulling his shirt right up and, as far as my French could tell me, was showing he wasn’t a terrorist so didn’t understand the bus driver’s problem. The inspector quickly arrived so the guy and his dog stepped off the bus, started going on at him and Venetia just kept saying ‘Close the doors, close the doors’ to herself but the bus driver didn’t and as you can imagine, the dude came stepped back on, had one last rant at the driver turned to all of us smiled and apologised once more, got off and as we were driving away the last thing we saw was the funny guy, he had his eyes and mouth wide open, almost like a ‘scream’ mask yelling ‘MWAAAAA!’ in the face of the inspector… This was when everyone on the bus burst into uncontrollable laughter… The entertainment was really worth being late .
After all of the afternoon’s excitement, an hour and twenty minutes after we’d left the house… We FINALLY arrived at the ice-rink .
Afterwards we went to the skatepark, I got hit by a bike and flew… I flew so very high and landed… landed so very hard…
You see I was running forwards, looking backwards and as everyone can imagine… This is not a good thing to do in a skatepark where bikes are zooming in all directions… I’m not sure how the bike hit me but suddenly I was laughing, in pain and lying across the wheel of a fallen bicycle :/… The rider, several meters away… I guess he flew too O.o .
I came home, jeans ripped and leg throbbing… the bruises don’t actually look as bad as you might imagine. They actually look like the bruises on an old, squishy banana and they’re only REALLY sore if you poke them, so all is well !
Also! I’m back to blonde . I’ll write about it in the next post xD!
Hoping to hear from you guys soon!
Bianca :]
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. I’ve been reading all of these facts lately so I don’t mind being so white, I guess. Did you know that a suntan is just damaged skin cells. That’s horrible 
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