I do like socialising but when it involves a certain formality it kind of ‘preys on my mind’ for days beforehand: what should I wear/should I get a cut and blow dry/who’ll be there that I don’t particularly want to ‘party’ with/ hope it’s not raining/ need to do something about these nails… and so on….. little thoughts that keep popping into my head, especially during the ‘riveting soaps’:…. ‘Corrie’( and BTW d’you think that thug is still ‘sleeping under’ Gail?) or ‘Eastenders’ (will somebody PLEASE give Ronnie a nine to five job!!) or ‘Emmerdale'( where they’ll soon need to be keeping a ‘Countryfile’ on all the burgeoning affairs in the village…. Paddy?!…Zak?!… is this truly rural, truly rural, truly rural? Continue reading
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Smooth Moves…
The morning got off to a very promising start. I was able to spring out of bed (that’s in MY mind) without an ‘AaaYAHHH!’ to be heard. Straight into the shower I went with a ‘hey nonny no’ and a ‘tra, la, la’ and just in case you are envisioning some overcrowding therein, I should perhaps just have said that I was singing. I must explain something here. I sing a lot – no matter how stressed. I can always drag up an appropriate lyric and tune to fit the mood. So, two or three songs later, I am drying off to ‘While Shepherds Washed their Socks by Night’ and rejoicing in the fact that I was actually reaching all the way down to my feet (with nary a twinge) when it dawned upon me that I had no moisturiser with which to anoint (or iron out) the body. Continue reading
Parking is such sweet sorrow…
‘ Is that you all sorted for Christmas then?’ If I, in this season of goodwill, wish to be mischievous and spread misery, despair and panic then I answer ‘Yes!’ to this most irritating of questions, all the while smiling broadly. People (noticeably) ‘go off you’. You might get a very dry, ‘Oh, good for you…’ or, ‘I might have known you’d have everything done!’ or ‘Well, you’ve got nothing else to do with your time….’. I let them wallow briefly before admitting my real situation. Those who know me best say simply, ‘Aye right…pull the other one….’ Continue reading
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