life and everything after. or just some of it

I have no idea what time the alarm is set to go off. Every morning, when the CD starts playing, it seems like it's too early. We will cuddle up in bed until one of us - usually Will, who goes for his morning cigarette - gets out of bed and turns the heater on. Then he will get back into bed, his body cold from going out on the balcony. Eventually we both have to get out of bed, but I love that routine.

The weekends are different because the alarm doesn't go off, but mostly we do the same stuff. I feel bad when I have to get out of bed before he does.

I'm telling you all this because Helly mentioned that she did want to know about the small little details of our lives. That's the small little details.

Also, I like to listen to Radio 4 while I iron or do the dishes. I haven't ironed today. I did the dishes, though. They'd been there for days. It's the cold, I don't like doing the dishes when it's cold - or doing anything particularly - because my hands hurt.

I don't usually take off my watch. Not even to sleep. If I take it off I will forget to put it on for days. It's the same reason I never take off my earrings. I will forget to put them back on. I'm not the best at things like that. I want to be, though. Does that count?

I like to know how things work and deep in my heart I wish I was the kind of person who did things. I wish I was the type of person who goes running. I watch trainers adverts and wish I really had it in me to go and do something. I don't, though. I become incredibly moved when I watch leaders speak and it makes me want to join a movement. The problem with not being oppressed is that there are really no movements to join.

Also, that I'm not the type of person who actually does things.

Except I sometimes do. And then it's fantastic.