permanent hyperventilation mode about it, and the trouble is they’re all just making it worse. And of course when I finally persuaded Minnie to let me in yesterday, she hadn’t let the cat out for three days - imagine!!! Anyway, it’s all sorted now and the survey’s been re-arranged for next week. I just have some decidedly rank washing with which to occupy whatever pockets of opportunity my frenetic social life will allow.
Charlie
PPS Sorry to rant. So pleased you think the word seismic is sexy. Did you actually say that? Or am I just talking nonsense? Please advise.
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Hi,
I don’t remember actually typing it, but, yes, deeply sexy. Though geologists in general less so. And vulcanologists are very often excessively hirsute, I’ve found. Mountaineers, on the other hand, though less academically switched on to tectonics and seismology, often display an engaging enthusiasm for geological features. I have a mountaineer friend who’s climbed K2 and, I believe, Changtse. He knows his stuff. I should put you in touch.
Sorry to hear about your traumatic week. Is your boss giving you a really hard time? Your Minnie sounds rather an unfortunate lady. Does she have no family?
griffith.
Find ‘deeply sexy’ so deeply sexy that I spend Friday lunchtime in the bookshop, poring over large geological tomes and books about Andes/Himalayas. I also purchase a travel book for cool, unstructured people, called Trekking in Nepal. On first inspection, it promises to be a rich source of both geographical and anthropological facts with which to impress my new cyber-friend.
‘What’s this?’ asks my father, pausing in his paring to inspect it when I get home from work.
‘A guide for people going trekking in Nepal,’ I reply, fully aware that the question is rhetorical.
He flips through the maps and black and white plates. ‘Hmmm. Hippy book, then. Kale or broad beans?’
‘Wheat grass, ideally.’
Head off into study.
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Hello again!
Yes, yes, yes please! I have been in touch with every travel agent this side of Kathmandu (well, Swindon, at least) and am encountering a worrisome lack of expertise in the logistics department. Most galling, yesterday, was holding on for about fifteen minutes for the ‘trailbreaking’ expert, only to have her ask me if Everest was in India or Japan!!!! I am considering writing to Chris Bonington for advice. What do you think?
Minnie continues to trouble me. No, she has no family to speak of. Her husband died about ten years back. There is a son called Edward, but he’s in Australia or somewhere, and nobody seems to be able to find out anything about him. I’ve known her a couple of years now, and she certainly doesn’t get letters or phone calls from him. The social worker thinks she lost a child very young, but they don’t know any more than that. It’s all very depressing. I took her one of my Dad’s Madeira cakes last week and she cried. I think she used to make them for her husband.
But listen to me! You don’t want to hear me droning on about all the dreary bits of my life! Let’s talk mountains - ever been up one? You sound quite knowledgeable.
Charliexx
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Dear Charlie,
More knowledgeable than some, far less so than others. I too have a lot of big dreary bits in my life, regrettably, so don’t get to do half of the things I would like to. On which note, I spotted the two kisses. This is new, isn’t it? Does it signify a subtle development in our relationship? I wonder what the conventions of this sort of thing are.
griffithxxx
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Dear griffith,
Three kisses - you raver, you! Actually, I could do with a little more passion in my life; I am concerned that my virtual relationship is looking like becoming more exciting than my actual one (with Phil, to whom you’ve already been (virtually) introduced, and who - bless him - has had a rather bad press). He’s a good, kind,
Charlie
PPS Sorry to rant. So pleased you think the word seismic is sexy. Did you actually say that? Or am I just talking nonsense? Please advise.
[email protected]
Hi,
I don’t remember actually typing it, but, yes, deeply sexy. Though geologists in general less so. And vulcanologists are very often excessively hirsute, I’ve found. Mountaineers, on the other hand, though less academically switched on to tectonics and seismology, often display an engaging enthusiasm for geological features. I have a mountaineer friend who’s climbed K2 and, I believe, Changtse. He knows his stuff. I should put you in touch.
Sorry to hear about your traumatic week. Is your boss giving you a really hard time? Your Minnie sounds rather an unfortunate lady. Does she have no family?
griffith.
Find ‘deeply sexy’ so deeply sexy that I spend Friday lunchtime in the bookshop, poring over large geological tomes and books about Andes/Himalayas. I also purchase a travel book for cool, unstructured people, called Trekking in Nepal. On first inspection, it promises to be a rich source of both geographical and anthropological facts with which to impress my new cyber-friend.
‘What’s this?’ asks my father, pausing in his paring to inspect it when I get home from work.
‘A guide for people going trekking in Nepal,’ I reply, fully aware that the question is rhetorical.
He flips through the maps and black and white plates. ‘Hmmm. Hippy book, then. Kale or broad beans?’
‘Wheat grass, ideally.’
Head off into study.
[email protected]
Hello again!
Yes, yes, yes please! I have been in touch with every travel agent this side of Kathmandu (well, Swindon, at least) and am encountering a worrisome lack of expertise in the logistics department. Most galling, yesterday, was holding on for about fifteen minutes for the ‘trailbreaking’ expert, only to have her ask me if Everest was in India or Japan!!!! I am considering writing to Chris Bonington for advice. What do you think?
Minnie continues to trouble me. No, she has no family to speak of. Her husband died about ten years back. There is a son called Edward, but he’s in Australia or somewhere, and nobody seems to be able to find out anything about him. I’ve known her a couple of years now, and she certainly doesn’t get letters or phone calls from him. The social worker thinks she lost a child very young, but they don’t know any more than that. It’s all very depressing. I took her one of my Dad’s Madeira cakes last week and she cried. I think she used to make them for her husband.
But listen to me! You don’t want to hear me droning on about all the dreary bits of my life! Let’s talk mountains - ever been up one? You sound quite knowledgeable.
Charliexx
[email protected]
Dear Charlie,
More knowledgeable than some, far less so than others. I too have a lot of big dreary bits in my life, regrettably, so don’t get to do half of the things I would like to. On which note, I spotted the two kisses. This is new, isn’t it? Does it signify a subtle development in our relationship? I wonder what the conventions of this sort of thing are.
griffithxxx
[email protected]
Dear griffith,
Three kisses - you raver, you! Actually, I could do with a little more passion in my life; I am concerned that my virtual relationship is looking like becoming more exciting than my actual one (with Phil, to whom you’ve already been (virtually) introduced, and who - bless him - has had a rather bad press). He’s a good, kind,
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