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I should write for the Exchange or that other piece I need to write.
But I can't make myself do it. There are strands of stories floating around in my mind, but I need to keep them floating for a little while longer before I can write them down.
Yesterday afternoon when I came home and started carrying the multitude of things upstairs to my flat, the guy from upstairs came to give me back the key to my mailbox. (He had the misfortune to come by the library two weeks ago when I realised I hadn't had the time to ask anybody to get my mail for me, and as he's living in the same house and a soldier, therefore working on the base and therefore being around, I asked him to do it.) He had not only taken out the mail but also sorted it into two stacks: junk mail and real mail, and had tried to pick a box up at the post office for me. Unfortunately, they wouldn't give it to him. That was on the 14th and theoretically they keep mail only for seven days, so I was fully prepared to find they had sent it back.
But he asked them to keep it for me until the 27th, because he's not only a good boyscout but also capable of thinking without a map (after two years surounded by infantry, that's not something I take for granted). So I could go there today and get my Music and Lyrics soundtrack.
And this is where the title of this post comes in.
*sigh*
I knew Hugh Grant had a lovely voice. But knowing it and hearing it are two different things.
*sigh*
I know I'm repeating myself.
Anyway, what is it with those accents? I'm not even picky about what area of the UK somebody comes from, I love the sounds of all of the ones I've heard so far.
A Brit with a voice like that should count as a weapon of mass destruction, I'm pretty sure it could at least render a large part of society incapable of functioning normally.
But I can't make myself do it. There are strands of stories floating around in my mind, but I need to keep them floating for a little while longer before I can write them down.
Yesterday afternoon when I came home and started carrying the multitude of things upstairs to my flat, the guy from upstairs came to give me back the key to my mailbox. (He had the misfortune to come by the library two weeks ago when I realised I hadn't had the time to ask anybody to get my mail for me, and as he's living in the same house and a soldier, therefore working on the base and therefore being around, I asked him to do it.) He had not only taken out the mail but also sorted it into two stacks: junk mail and real mail, and had tried to pick a box up at the post office for me. Unfortunately, they wouldn't give it to him. That was on the 14th and theoretically they keep mail only for seven days, so I was fully prepared to find they had sent it back.
But he asked them to keep it for me until the 27th, because he's not only a good boyscout but also capable of thinking without a map (after two years surounded by infantry, that's not something I take for granted). So I could go there today and get my Music and Lyrics soundtrack.
And this is where the title of this post comes in.
*sigh*
I knew Hugh Grant had a lovely voice. But knowing it and hearing it are two different things.
*sigh*
I know I'm repeating myself.
Anyway, what is it with those accents? I'm not even picky about what area of the UK somebody comes from, I love the sounds of all of the ones I've heard so far.
A Brit with a voice like that should count as a weapon of mass destruction, I'm pretty sure it could at least render a large part of society incapable of functioning normally.
