When I was a little girl, I never questioned why there was always more toilet paper stacked up than could conceivably be used in half a year, bags of rice in the spare room, boxes upon tidily packed boxes of those tissues you get handed to you in Japanese subway stations and even the rinds of watermelon were pickled so as not to waste them. Plastic bags were carefully smoothed, folded and put away, holes in towels and socks were mended, the backs and margins of supermarket flyers were kept to scribble on and the china cabinet was always filled with extra packets of tea.
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My German language skills could use some work but I had always thought, just privately, that I could read the hell out of a menu. In fact, I pride myself on being able to read a menu in far more languages than I can actually speak – it is after all, the most important skill for travelling, hangrrr-fighting crusaders the world over.
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I’m feeling a bit of a stunned mullet this week, please excuse my not dropping in.
On Tuesday morning I was woken by F.’s phone buzzing even though I told him to please turn that thing off when we are sleeping because I don’t want to get beamed at my most vulnerable. Early morning phone activity can make a girl’s gut churn a little though. I turned my own phone on while I was washing my face and that buzzed too. More butterflies.
I confess though that I avoided looking at it until I’d made myself a cup of tea, which was a smart idea in retrospect.
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