I knew right away on Friday morning that something was up. The Angry Chef and I got out of bed and peeked out from behind our curtains. The mountains were dark against the grey-pink-orange sky. The clouds looked remarkably suspicious. And beautiful.
The Angry Chef looked at me and, acting as if nothing was wrong at all, doing his best to be himself, gave me a kiss and wished me a good day, told me to stay out of trouble and told me we’d see each other after work.
And you know what? No matter what happened, I knew we would see each other after work.
Once upon a time, The Angry Chef worked for an organisation which sent him to Africa every so often. In spite of sometimes unusual events that took place during these trips, The Angry Chef would always come back home with fantastic stories to tell. Continue reading →
Cats seem to be a theme with writers: there is a long list of them who had them as pets and who wrote about them. My family always had them, and although I do like dogs, if given the choice, I’ll choose a cat every time. They seem to have a stronger personality than dogs. Continue reading →
I don’t think it has anything to do with writing, it’s just one of those things. Things like “Word of the Day” give me the feeling technology is being used for the good.
While I was at university, I discovered I had trigger words. These were words people would tell me on purpose to watch their effect: they would send me into an unstoppable giggle fit. These words were so powerful for no reason that some people even used them as a party trick on occasion. Continue reading →