Messers tai chi and mahjong are a bit like your boyfriends single rugger pals. rugger boys have no desire to have a girlfriend, but are thrilled and compliment you no end when you prepare them massive fry-ups following a long game. dedicated bachelors, they, with heartbreaking smiles, bring you sewing, ironing, always complimenting you while they empty out your fridge. "careful with the ham, that’s charles’ dinner you’re eating."
"lucky charles!"
taichi and mahjong aren’t eating me out of house and home, although their output suggests there is definite input..but they are disconcerting. and everywhere. i go into the kitchen and flick on the light, and innocently head towards the chocolate.
and suddently there is a flurry of motion. i only see this out of the corner of my eye, and i jump. because, just like there are endearing rugger friends, there are also those leech like friends that you despise. in my case, they’re not potential leeches, they’re cockroaches. and the fear of having to wake magnificent, my poor hardworking magnificent, to breathe in cockroachbegone fumes, and to kill the little hard shelled things, makes me very sad. and it is very hot at night in hong kong right now, and i am cool and showered by this point, and the sighting and panic makes me sweat a little bit.
theyre just around all the time.
but they’re very cute. mr taichi is very pale. he needs feeding up. mr mahjong, who spends a lot of time by the sink, (cleanliness next to Godliness, etc) is thicker and a bit pinker. he must be getting all the mossies.
i’m on an increase of va!pro ates …it’s an interesting time in my life. probably more interesting for those around me!!! i wish i knew when i was being a cow.
moo-re later.
