Mercredi 09.05.07 English Fix
I feel like there’s a funfair in my brain. Dorian’s blasted mobile alarm. I’m surprised nobody’s bounding out to the kitchen to douse it with water. I can’t bear to prise myself from my bed so I bear the bring-a-linging for what seems like an eternity. I close my eyes and I’m soon off to dreamland again.
Nicola and I go for an early morning swim before the rain sets in. There are a surprising number of bathers on the beach despite the looming clouds. I spy a huge starfish in the sea. No snakes are sighted today though.
Our neighbours are not up so early today; they must have run out of topics to talk or perhaps just rum. I’ve missed some calls while I was splashing about. Francine sends me some gibberish text. She hasn’t heard from Seb but it sounds like she was threatened by his ex! There’s another missed call but when I call back no body replies so I’m none the wiser.
Nicola has to work to earn her crust so she doesn’t end up eating maggots. Dorian brings us into town where we all go our separate ways. I’m off to l’Atrium. Le vent se lève (The wind that shakes the barley) is showing as part of a mini Cannes appreciation festival. It’s a numbing film; partly because of the coldness of the salle but mostly because it’s so graphic and close to home. I’m squeamish but some people actually leave the salle when fingers get chopped off with rusty pliers.
I feel like there’s a funfair in my brain. Dorian’s blasted mobile alarm. I’m surprised nobody’s bounding out to the kitchen to douse it with water. I can’t bear to prise myself from my bed so I bear the bring-a-linging for what seems like an eternity. I close my eyes and I’m soon off to dreamland again.
Nicola and I go for an early morning swim before the rain sets in. There are a surprising number of bathers on the beach despite the looming clouds. I spy a huge starfish in the sea. No snakes are sighted today though.
Our neighbours are not up so early today; they must have run out of topics to talk or perhaps just rum. I’ve missed some calls while I was splashing about. Francine sends me some gibberish text. She hasn’t heard from Seb but it sounds like she was threatened by his ex! There’s another missed call but when I call back no body replies so I’m none the wiser.
Nicola has to work to earn her crust so she doesn’t end up eating maggots. Dorian brings us into town where we all go our separate ways. I’m off to l’Atrium. Le vent se lève (The wind that shakes the barley) is showing as part of a mini Cannes appreciation festival. It’s a numbing film; partly because of the coldness of the salle but mostly because it’s so graphic and close to home. I’m squeamish but some people actually leave the salle when fingers get chopped off with rusty pliers.
I may be numbed in the cinema but outside is still warm. I seek the coolness of Cyber Délisse before hopping on the navette home to read about young Martiniquans in Ireland, Diams in concert and to watch the latest Nouvelle Star sprogs crooning in English.
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