Take The Hint!

Every time I switch on my DVD player, the first message to appear on the display is ‘PS off’…

is he trying to tell me something, you think?

Mummy Dearest

I can’t seem to persuade my mother to stop reading my blog. I found out she had been reading it, despite explicit instructions not to, when I went home for the holidays. No I haven’t, she attempted with a straight face, when all the while I could see it pop up repeatedly in her history…yes, mummy, technology is a marvelous thing. So she promised again –crossed her heart, hoped to die and everything– she wouldn’t read it in the future. But once in a while she slips up and makes reference to something I wrote, or just happens to make the exact same observation I made here a few days ago. But then, we’re so in synch, aren’t we?

For the record, I am amused. But I’d still rather you didn’t…

Izi

The downstairs’ dog, who I call Izi –I can’t make out his actualy name when his owner calls him, so I just copy the syllables. And so far Izi hasn’t complained—loves to scare unsuspecting passers-by with a sudden burst of (really deep and masculine) barking. The regulars know him well, and either cross the road on a little detour, or start to yell at him first, in an attempt to still their nerves, I guess.

But once in a while, there are some fresh victims. Girls are the best, of course, young ones preferrably. Today three of them walked past, chattering away. He barked and they all screamed as if suddenly plonked down on some kind of crazy rollercoaster. I could actually see the ‘Yesss! Gotcha’ in his posture. He gave a last gruff grumble, then turned his back on them.

Living Dolls

On one of the centre’s shopping streets, there’s a house much like all the other houses. White, big shop windows, peeling brown shutters. But unlike the other shops, this house is always dark. So if you’re not specifically looking for anything, you miss what’s hidden inside: three old men, sitting quietly like a bunch of mannequins on some plastic chairs, smoking in the darkness and watching passers-by. I spotted them once, a while ago, and they were quite surprised. They seem used to their role of the unseen observer. And sure enough, most people walk by without noticing them. Now, every time I pass, I look in and smile at them. And they grin back with a youthful mischief in their eyes as if to say, this’ll be our little secret.

Snap, Crackle, Pop

Internal dialogue, trying to drag myself back to work:

-Ok girl, let’s get cracking.
*absentmindedly cracks her neck*
-Right you are, babe.

These sort of coincidences can really get me giggling. Doesn’t take much to amuse a simple soul, I guess…