2 posts tagged “cake”
Hello! It's me again. I can't remember why I decided to blog every day this week. That was a really stupid idea. How do people manage it? I haven't even managed to wash and groom myself every day. Anyway, in contrast to my blog title, here are some things I DO care about. Stuff that's rocking my boat today includes: - Cross-stitch. The world of crafting is a dark and dangerous one. Look how quickly I've slipped from knitting to cross-stitching. It'll be appliqué and papier mâché next if I'm not careful. - My dad's DIY haircut. He has taken another step along the road to Crazyville and decided to cut his own hair. He seems to have set his new clippers to "length: random" and also decided to use a pair of scissors to style the sides. Oh, and did I mention he's nearly blind? The resulting mess would go down a storm in Hoxton, but my mum is refusing to be seen with him in public. - Living back in Leyton, after staying in Ealing and Brentford and suffering a fuck-stupid commute. Leyton, I will never leave you again. Until tomorrow. - Deciding to train to be a librarian. It seems the obvious career choice, given my tweeness and fondness for books and slightly obsessive desire to put things in order. And shush people. - My housemate baking me cakes.
I have never spent my birthday at work before, what with either being a student, a temp, or simply unemployed. To have managed this at the age of 27 shows just how brilliant / slack I am - take your pick. Being at work today is very strange. I feel there should be a constant acknowledgement that It Is My Birthday but no - apparently I still have to get on with my research and can't simply bask in everyone's admiration that wow, I am 27. By way of consolation, I get lashings of cake at about 3.30pm as long as I survive the embarrassment of the office singing happy birthday to me. They're going to have to mumble the "happy birthday dear Fox" line as half of them don't know my name. I am not a social butterfly.
I was hopelessly melancholic yesterday for no good reason. It cleared up with a brisk march over the Millennium Bridge to the Tate. I recharged my soul with art and fresh air. I stood in the middle of the bridge and looked out across all of London, watching the sunlight do unexpected things on the water, thinking about all the people and all the human pain and happiness and tragedy and emotion out there. London is so scarily big and anonymous sometimes. It is so easy to get lost.
Thank you to everyone who has passed on birthday greetings, cards and presents - you're all bloody marvellous. Yet again, I am touched and amazed by the generosity of you lovely internet people. I hadn't realised how it was possible to care so deeply for people I have only met fleetingly or not at all. I feel like part of a community again over here on Vox and that means a great deal to me.
