This morning I got up at 4:40 (I hadn't slept -actually no, I lie, i slept for about 5 minutes after Hannah got up) and then I had a spectacular morning.
It consisted of: Snuggling. Sipping tea and stalking Hannah from outside the kitchen window. Sitting on the wall I'm building. Smiling at footprints in the dust. Walking down the middle of the road. Catching the bus by chance. Disapproving looks from old people at the train station *giggle*. Seeing Ash and huggling her Mother. Writing notes in condensation backwards on windows. Miming/shrades. Watching the two of them laughing. Running beside the train until I couldn't keep up. Walking all the way home, humming silly songs (like "Stacy's Mom" and the "Super Sonic Theme"). Finding a Kookaburra's blue and brown feather. Navigating the streets. Seeing FOUR yellow-tailed black-cockatoo's in a tree beside the road and still being able to hear them squawking happily from over 100m away. And being utterly alone for ages at a time, just me, the road and the bush.
It was a lovely morning.
Friday, October 6
I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's Mom
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'I say Beatrice, is that a 12 year old boy!?'
'Yes Harold! at this time or morning! so intimate with that young lady!'
Mavis, walks up to the platform.
'BEATIRCE! HAROLD! look out the window...'
all three notice what is actually happening, and die.
Ashley and Hannah enter the train, calmy step over the twitching bodies, and proceed to play charades.
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