Hello dear Blog readers,
I am sat at my mother's computer trying to come up with a nice way of saying I won't be around much the coming 3 weeks. I am going to my grandparents' place in Friesland (have I told you guys this already? I am seriously in need of a memory upgrade), and I think they might not have broadband so my net-time will be limited. Don't worry, I'll send you guys a nice postcard of a cow (my grandad undoubtedly has a scanner (all the men in my mother's side of the family are techno/gadget obsessed) so it shouldn't be too much of a problem), and if I meet a handsome Fresian farmer you guys will be, well, not the first, but at the most the third of fourth to know!
see you all at a not-too-far-yet-unspecified-time,
Q.M.
PS: I have a new reader! Someone who doesn't actually know me in real life! I'm so excited about it! Welcome!!
PS2: I seem to be almost unable to write a sentence without it ending in an exclamation mark lately, sorry about that!
Showing posts with label Letters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Letters. Show all posts
Monday, May 28, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Open Letter
Dear Crazy Person Talking To Yourself In The Street,
As I am walking home from the shops I can see you in the distance, gesticulating and talking. First I think you are having a conversation with someone I cannot see, but as I get closer I can see there is no one there.
I cannot hear what you are saying, but I feel happy in the knowledge that you are there. I keep walking and ask myself whether I should smile at you as I walk past. You look quite clean and harmless, so I decide I could even offer a 'Goodafternoon'.
As I get yet closer, I can see you have a little cart with green binbags, and actually look a bit too clean to be a crazy person. But, we live in hope, and crazy does not mean homeless (or vice versa), after all.
Then I get to the opposite side of the street where you stand, and it turns out you are an official sanitary worker of some sort. I feel happy in the knowledge that Reading Borough Council is not a discriminating employer.
But as I cross the street I see you are wearing a hands-free thingie in your ear, and as I walk past, you take your phone out of your pocket.
Technology ruins everything.
Bye bye,
Q. M.
As I am walking home from the shops I can see you in the distance, gesticulating and talking. First I think you are having a conversation with someone I cannot see, but as I get closer I can see there is no one there.
I cannot hear what you are saying, but I feel happy in the knowledge that you are there. I keep walking and ask myself whether I should smile at you as I walk past. You look quite clean and harmless, so I decide I could even offer a 'Goodafternoon'.
As I get yet closer, I can see you have a little cart with green binbags, and actually look a bit too clean to be a crazy person. But, we live in hope, and crazy does not mean homeless (or vice versa), after all.
Then I get to the opposite side of the street where you stand, and it turns out you are an official sanitary worker of some sort. I feel happy in the knowledge that Reading Borough Council is not a discriminating employer.
But as I cross the street I see you are wearing a hands-free thingie in your ear, and as I walk past, you take your phone out of your pocket.
Technology ruins everything.
Bye bye,
Q. M.
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