I'm not good with disclosing myself. It's not that I won't tell you all about my intestinal parasites, the oscillations of my uterus, and the three day beetroot diet of '99 (good times), it's just that when it comes to Matters of the Heart I am discretion with a capital D, discretion in the Masonic vault guarded by three-headed sabre-toothed Swiss bankers sense of discretion. I am a veritable clam. I am an encrypted stone buried three kilometres beneath Mt Kilimanjaro in a lead-lined sea-chest. That's right, I am the opening chapter of a Dan Brown novel.
All that's by way of not getting to the point, which point is that I am now exhuming my inner life to announce that through processes mysterious and wonderful, I have contracted an alliance with the dearest boy in the world (I refer to critically-acclaimed globally-renowned internetian of letters, TimT), and we are, as I speak, in the process of merging our empires. Or not quite as I speak, because he is presently at work, and I am about to go out for dumplings with friends, but nowish. I.e., I have been living amongst his books (6000 or so) but not his bookshelves; his soap is now here, but not his shower recess, etc. Life is messy and kind of glorious, a bit like my hair, which I trimmed last week in an ill-conceived attempt to look like a rambutan, and despite which this extraordinary person still seems to love me. Sigh.
Awright, I won't go on. You can safely infer about 70,000% more happiness than the above paragraph indicates.
28 comments:
That is very, very sweet. But not quite totally 100% unexpected.
Very fine news indeed :-)
Beautifully disclosed, if not new news. Hurrah for love, and love to you and Tim.
Aieeeee! I thought so! Also, Aieeeeeeee!
Huzzah!
(Dabbing at the tears with the hanky)... May you and TimT enjoy living and loving together with patience, kindness, honour, generosity, forgiveness, truth and perseverence.
Looking forward to seeing your stylish rambutan impersonation.
With much love, Woollie.
Awwww!
I continue to consider this factoid the most tres impressif thing ever.
Congratulations Lexi and Tim T. Even I, in the backwater of Canberra, was not totally ignorant of possible forthcoming developments, but chuffed nonetheless. May love thrive!
Beth's dad
Congratulations.
Dang.
All the good ones are taken.
Congrats to you both!
Thank you, Kerryn, and Genevieve, and sisters, and Vague, and Jayne, and Bosch, and Kingsley, and Nails, and Beth's Dad, and Kae - youse are all lovely.
Oh huzzar, doesn't it feel good to be out, breathing great guzzles of sweet open loving air?
You two rock. In a major sense. I hope Harriet and Beatrice are coping. It's very important that the children approve of the arrangement :)
Top stuff and I wish you and Tim all the best.
Best wishes to you both.
It's all too fucking marvellous, that's what. MAZEL TOV!
That. Is. The. Shizzle. Warms my cockles to see two people I've been reading for years merge their paragraphs. Two enthusiastic thumbs up.
x
Rambutans are so hot right now.
May you have a beautiful empire-merging.
ps you are not much good at sekrits ;)
Well go you and TimT, that's what I call a merger.
Mind you, I can't get used to the new fridge or the cat so I don't see me getting used to a new bloke for some time so I'll just live vicariously through you.
Aw, thanks, you peops.
&d, Harriet and Beatrice are well coping. The TimT is their number one supplier of salmon.
Tim and KD, thank you. You're super, you are.
Mitz, you should go professional, with the mazel tovs. You do 'em so well.
You too, Jo. And ... paragraphs.
Aw, thanks, Zoe. Not as good as lychees.
Jahteh, if Tim were a new fridge, he'd be a lilac smeg, which, I agree, wouldn't leave much room in the kitchen.
xox to yas all.
congratulations
but it's only good if tim's poetry doesn't get all sappy...
I have been resisting, but cannot keep it up. The heading on that fridge link says "bottom mount".
There, we don't need to send telegrams ;)
(and the db is "rongu", as you'd expect ;)
Erm, so, whatever smutty connotations calling Tim a lilac smeg might have, they are entirely unintended. But I would say that.
That's wonderful news. My waters tell me what you two have is immutable. May your 70,000% continue always.
Awww, I have been off in Oblivious City, but the posting of various photographs elsewhere led me here.
Congratulations to you both!
Ditto what Tigtog said :)
A poetic collaboration!
and i thought Tim's poetry was good, check out that last comment!
Did you first meet at the Exford grog-blog, way back when?
only asking because I was there too, and want to claim to be part of the happiness
(of course I am envious, as I have admired Tim's blog and comments for a long time).
bless youse aways.
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