21.10.2010 -1 °C
That's a question I hear so often it's unbelievable. Especially last night, when Cynthia made me some food. I felt really spoilt.
We were to meet up at 17.50 by the Greek restaurant, her daughters' house was just a few houses away - Cynthia could just not remember the right number. It was a really small house. If you'd put the upper floor next to the bottom floor you'd have the size of a standard appartment here. Downstairs you had a small livingroom and a kitchen the same size. Then you had two bedrooms upstairs and a bathroom that was only accessible through bedroom number 2. That was all! And entering through the front door you'd end up in the livingroom right away.
It was ever so cosy there though, and the smell reminded me of a homely situation, can't remember which house it reminded me of, though. The kitchen was so clean it was unbelievable. It's been a long time being in a kitchen as it's supposed to be: a kitchen where all the appliances have their original colour, and not the colour the food has spattered on them.
Cynthia had made a meat and potatoe pie and some random veggies. Om nom nom. So we had that food and then a drink and a doughnut. If you've started wondering where her daughter was at, just as I was, she was on holiday and Cynthia was taking care of the house as well as the dog [one of them white ones with black spots]. Afterwards we went to sit in the livingroom and put the tv on. She started chattering and chattering (but she always does) and somehow we ended up at the story of how her husband died. In some way that was inevitable I guess, so I just sat there and listened and I thought: whatever you do, don't start crying. She didn't, although she almost had me crying.
All in all it had been a very pleasant evening.
Outside it was freezing. Not just cold, no, below zero! I'm sure of it!
And I just tried to turn my heater on, but it refuses....
You have *got* to be kidding me.
I'll give it a kick later.
I got a recipe book in the shop. A book with a thousand beginners' recipes. Should be good. I moved all my books from the window sil to my desk because I think they were getting damp by the window.
Talk about getting damp.. When I got back home yesterday I opened the front door, stepped inside and bam! My glasses fogged up instantly and the air was ever so moist. It was as if I stepped into a sauna or summit. Guess who was cooking in my kitchen!
Oh yea. They're definately back.
Heating is still refusing service.
I bumped into Daniella yesterday when I was on my way home from work and she said she'd received my Facebook message and she had asked her boss if she could come 'round to the house to give me an invitation, but he said NO!
And I'm so sorry but I have to go now. Take a shower and fix the heater. It's getting cold here.