Hard Work

[poliphilo]

Being on holiday is hard work. I slept ten hours and I’m still tired. I had dreams in which my father was being unpleasant and then went missing. I was still looking for him when I woke. Maybe this trip is gonna be about looking for him. I’ve forgiven him, but I suppose there’s still unfinished business. Perhaps there always is.

The hotel has been constructed inside the shell of a beautiful Victorian townhouse. Our room has no original features but there’s plenty of wedding-cakey plasterwork in reception.

Yesterday we were at the V & A- my favourite London museum. What did I learn? That the Koreans were making exquisite ceramics when our medieval ancestors were making mud pies and real Japanese armour ain’t half as colourful and shiny as the stuff they wear in Ran and Kagemusha.

Today we plan to go visit the Wallace Collection- but first we have to find out where it is.

I’m writing this on the new lap-top. After initial feelings of despair- I’ve paid £500 for this and I’m never going to master it- I’m having fun. It has a finger-pad rather than a mouse, so I’m kinda smearing text about. It feels a bit like being back in nursery school.

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hmmm

[manfalling.livejournal.com]

not so much disappointed in us, i think, but just kind of- not interested. he never had expectations for us, and we didn't do anything to fail them, so it's more kind of a, hmm, 'distaste'? unwillingness to associate with us too much, since we were connected to mom- who he was seriously unimpressed with, and perhaps a filter down from his feelings about dad (whatever they were).
well.
i didn't mean to make your stomach turn by saying it and thinking it tho. for me it actually cleared things up a bit. i could never understand why i wasn't so fond of him. but now i think it's because he was never so fond of me. swings and roundabouts baby.