Home Comforts
So, I’m back home again, after what feels like a very long three weeks. Brazil is (and continues to be) a wonderful, exciting country with truly lovely people, but what with one thing and another (none of which I really want to go into), it has been an exhausting period, and I’m glad to be back home. After a long, tough time away from home, there really is nothing more wonderful than your own bed, not to mention your own husband beside you in the bed1.
I’ve had a couple of days of trying to wade through the vast pile of email, real mail and other work that has accumulated in the time I’ve been away, and I’m beginning to feel that I might soon be able to catch glimpses of the carpet underneath the pile.
Mr. Bsag has also been busy during my absence, and has painted the living room, repainted three walls of my office on which we made a big colour mistake (and also cleaned up my sloppy brushwork around the edges), cut back some rampant laurel bushes in the garden and started treating the fences with wood preservative. The place looks much lighter, brighter and tidier than when I left.
I’ll be back with tales of bats, giant flattened spiders and food impaled on swords in due course, but if you’ll excuse me, there’s a duvet I need to snuggle under.
1 By which I mean, of course, that I’ve slept alone, not that I’ve been sleeping beside someone else’s husband. Just so that’s clear. ↑
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This is more a comment on your "about" section than anything else, but welcome back to the concrete delights of Brum. I guarantee that within 2 days you'll wish you lost your passport and stayed in Brazil. They actually know what the sun looks like there.
But yes, I can completely relate to your "but she's a girl..." response from those masquerading as computer parts shop employees. It is amazingly difficult to not burst a blood vessel in my eye when the reaction I get from the genetically-challenged moron standing behind the desk is "ether-what cable?" This gem of vocal expression only came after the 10 minutes of staring at me I searched around the blasted shop looking for said ethernet cable, of course, and his thoughts couldn't have been more blatant as those pasty adolescent eyes bored a hole into my back if they'd been displayed on a large LED screen with the phrase "what on earth is SHE doing in HERE?!" running across it. And all I wanted was an ethernet cable. Sigh.
by Madi @ 27/09/2006 8:10 pm • Permalink •
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welcome back.
by john(jc.) @ 28/09/2006 5:10 am • Permalink •
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Welcome back. Glad all went well
by Lyle @ 28/09/2006 7:09 am • Permalink •
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Nice to see you; to see you nice...... Metaphorically speaking of course.
by Jonathan Briggs @ 28/09/2006 6:09 pm • Permalink •
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hey welcome back
>not to mention your own husband beside you in the bed.
i was going to say "yeah, that's the most tiring aspect of international travel -- waking up next to strangers all the time", but then: >1 By which I mean, of course, that Iâve slept alone, not that Iâve been sleeping beside someone elseâs husband. Just so thatâs clear.
, you beat me to it. swine i never liked you. why don't you go back where you came from? (brazil's NICE this time of year, i hear)
by Saltation @ 29/09/2006 11:09 am • Permalink •
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I've been to Campo Grande early this month and I thought for a second that it would be very funny if I, by some serendipity, have met you in the airport and said "Hi, I read your blog"
by Kenji @ 29/09/2006 7:10 pm • Permalink •
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All: Thanks!
Madi: Hehe
That expression is so familiar 
Saltation: Sorry :-D
Kenji: That would have been excellent! Actually, we went by bus to the Pantanal, so didn't hit Campo Grande airport. And my supposed anonymity might make identifying me hard
It might be fun to go up to women randomly and say, "Hi, I read your blog".
by bsag @ 01/10/2006 2:11 pm • Permalink •
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