Tuesday, August 16, 2005

happy holidays


Plop plop plop goes the pluie.....

The three hour pelting that was last night's perf was accompanied by divas mouthing their passions, strings flailing their arms in a silent movie, our bear of a chef dancing at the ring-front and red-lit surtitles telling an incomprehensible story of two sons miming an attempt to shag their dad's chic. No-one died but most of us nearly drowned.

The planned two day trek in the mountains with my love has been abandoned in favour of J buying a lightweight Berghaus top of the range mac, me an umbrella and both of us sitting in a cramped studentenheim with fluorescent lights, making lunch on a ring watching episodes of anything.

Plop plop plop goes the pluie.


Blogger Zinnia Cyclamen said...

It definitely is either tears or rain with you! Are you really a water nymph?

10:17 PM  
Blogger ruth said...

yep i sure am, and would like to transport some of these swollen rivers and excess plop to provence where nature is shrivelling up from drought.
(and by the way everyone i had to buy a goretex mac too. mine's red.)

11:18 AM  

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