Further Up The Stream Of Unconsciousness
A far cry from the world of Wodehouse, perhaps, but written in the same spirit, are Maggie Armitage’s weekly text messages to me. Here are a few from this week. Be thankful you’re getting the short versions. I like to think of her writing in the same vein as EM Delafield’s ‘Diary of a Provincial Lady’ – ‘Diary of an Urban Lady’, perhaps.
Hello luv I am back from fire alert at UCHÂ (University College Hospital) which took 35min the queue was nearly a hundred. Four firemen turned up straight in their phones (missing word here? Who knows?) the new system is not up and ready. Saw attractive DrÂ MÂ very gorgeous. Finally got results of my scan it looked like Jackson pollock artwork. I often feel like crap when I have had the radioactive dye, once bursting a vein, I actually exploded.
Had surprisingly non-alcoholic lunch with the sisters recovering from hangover. PÂ just oozes wealth and diamonds. Went to Cafe Monaco which was lovely I had a delicious crab risotto and a deeply satisfying cream brÃ»lÃ©e. I am looking after Nero the french bulldog again defo not very bright, has chewed my kitchen tableÂ and rampaged through my bluebells. Taking Nero out for nearly two hours was very stressful as he is always going after people who are about to eat a sandwich.Â I have done fish cats dogs children frogs never snakes as they do not have any empathy.
IÂ had truly lovely nightÂ seeing this amazing African band with the best drummer ever. African music can make you drift off. Really warm quite sensual singer played what looked like a gigantic pumpkin with little strings.Â I am being my usual torpid self, readingÂ my favourite, Coopers Book of Amazing Inventions. I am tempted yet again by Coopers Mattress Stain and Easer of Allergies Cleaner which is non toxic. Sadly I canâ€™t really justify the Only Â£9.99! in case it doesnâ€™t work haha. Stains do appeal to my northern forensic mind especially blood faecesÂ tea and coffee.
Tungi has finished the painting of the house hurray and it looks really clean. Lots of passing people have told me they like it. I got him to decorate the stoneÂ flowers round the tops of my windows only to discover after forty years that the right side did not have any bunches of leaves. Tungi thinks they got war damage. I found a lovely purple-pink as I think the house looked a bit formal and so far it has had three men and two women comment on the colour. I asked one man if he would like a picture as he was really staring at the house. He was about to make a rude comment but he just said well it is certainly different which means I think it looks shit. I have bluebells coming up and have kissed a few also some plants coming up in window boxes but not sure what they are could be young potatoes.
Due to trying to change fuel suppliers I completely forgot to go see my Dr at the National (presumably hospital, not theatre) who I have been waiting to see for months, as if there is any part of my DNA Â which is not folding up its wings and keelingÂ with exhaustion. I am disappointed in myself so I cleared out my sock drawer and wondered if putting a suspender belt on my charity wall was too risquÃ© for this street. I will have to find a woman who still tantalises her partner wish I could find one to do it but have no stockings to put on said belt.
Gail asked if she could come and stay in Tuesday as she had a modelling job for Barrett housing, new astonishingly expensive flats near Tower Bridge. Usual shots of couple in in house gym tinkly mood music & quite fit older male model. Gail in various gym clothes talking to corporate-looking couples at some dire cocktail party and the flats look like a Lego ad but obs it is a millionaire’s pad & horrible.
I am reading The times this evening, big article on ER James author of 50 Shades of Silliness, I did not like it. I once went out with a man who put me in a cupboard as his friend had come to the flat. Oh those were the days. Sadly that wonâ€™t be happening tomorrow when I am having a gas and electric check. I will however have to take man down into cellar.Â Love you Mags xxx