My dear Chris is back in the bogs of Tassie for two weeks. It always seems to be the depths of winter when he goes. It's nice having the house to myself, but I don't really anything to look forward to at the end of the long drive home.
posted by susanna @ 8:58 am
6 Comments:
if you get lonely we could meet for cafe au lait...
that would be lovely. perhaps at that cosy establishment pictured in my last post? i assume you are in my neighbourhood (because we all are, aren't we, us 'haters'!). i think i've spotted you on facebook via ms apple, too.
ah, the network that is the web.
nay but i live in the ghetto of hate. you do too, metaphorically, by the looks. yours is a nice little nook.
but i can come to your neck of the woods one day. i shall wear my magpies scarf.*
let's email. and do ask me to join you on facebook, won't you?
*i certainly wouldn't embarrass you in this way on our first meeting [unless it was a game day].
oh! my neighbourhood is not that lovely place - though i hope it will be one day. next clue: my hood does not have a football team. and one more: if you are in the original ghetto of hate, then i am one suburb across - closer to high st. should be fairly easy to meet!
i have badly shrouded my identity and my locale. i shall quit this merry dance and email you soon!
Hi Susanna,
Thanks for your comments on my blog. It is nice to get some kind words from someone "back home", even though we only know each other through the web! I do appreciate it.
It looks like my relationship is breaking down, so I may be heading back to the old town quite soon...too much to think about right now.
Thanks for your thoughts,
Kelly
x
Aha, yes - I've been here before. Just as I thought.
:)
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