So, its Bank Holiday and half term all rolled into one and I truly have a day off today :) Which is lovely because I can write my blog feeling melancholy and watching the birds in my garden. All I need to do is wear a pinny whilst hanging washing and singing to myself - then the picture would be complete... like a 50s TV advert for soap powder or being a good housewife. I slept today until 10am. I cannot believe this fact. I think I am still sleeping and this is all a dream TBH.
On a serious note, my laptop is really hot from the work I've been doing this morning and the fan feels like its going to explode. I wish I had some of that popping candy stuff. I saw Heston Blumenthal use it in his food an one of his TV programmes lately - he's a genius and I really want to visit the Fat Duck to have my food brought out onto a table with dry ice... My Mum is next to me watching Heartbeat... she loves old period dramas and tales of woe, love and murder - I realise Heartbeat is none of these, but she likes that too :) I am enduring the usual running commentary whilst typing. My Mum has this thing of, when watching TV/films, she will repeat to everyone in the room exactly what has just happened, after it happens... I.e. the scene shows a young man in a bus crash telling the paramedic to tell his wife he loves her and he's sorry etc etc... so the inevitable happens and he passes away... shortly after this I hear... "he's dead..." Yes Mum... I saw it too! Then she will try to convince herself why its so sad; "he's only young as well... aah" I think I should sell my Mum to busy people who don't have time to watch TV as really, they wouldn't need to, my Mum can explain the whole program!! I am at the present time, chasing my insurance company for them to give the go ahead to fix Harrietti, my car. An old man decided it was a good idea to swing his effing car door open into poor Harrietti as she was snailing past. As a result, she's poorly and sad and the old man is now saying I drove into his door! What makes me mad is that his house was a mansion, he had a mahussive Prada briefcase and the car was a brand new Jag... whoops. Not like he can't afford to fix HIS mistake! I nearly had a heart attack when it happened and thought I had killed someone. Instead, I'm suffering every time it rains pennies from heaven, Harrietti is flooded! Harrietti has a lot of bad luck and once she is fixed, it may be time to say goodbye to her and get a new voiture... ideas gratefully received. I want a soft top or something similar to the go go gadget car or the bat mobile or knight rider... So I thought that yesterday, the weather forecast said it was going to be hot today... it was the man who is really morbid. My Mum gets really attached to her regular weather person so when they are changed at the last second, its most annoying for her. Really I feel her pain as I too recoil in horror at the dreary man telling us 'its going to rain, m'kay?' Anyway, this time he actually said Bank Holiday is going to be lovely and sunny. For a second, I actually thought he too was happy at that fact. Instead, its cloudy and threatening to rain all the time... No wonder he's morbid, he must get disappointed ALL the time. I'm watching my washing outside like a hawk for fear of spittle from the heavens. Do weather people just guess what the weather is going to be? Yes, I think. I know I could guess too and probably do a better job because whatever they tell us never happens, and then its like 'Oh well, fluff it, its snowing now anyway so why does it matter.' Or when it does start to snow, they're like... 'its snowing.' Well yes, just tell us the bloody obvious why don't you?! I know that weather people have to look at a reflection of themselves when broadcasting... I think that for people with no co-ordination this must be hard. They must have to practise patting their heads and rubbing them tummies in circles a lot... 'That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go doooonnnn' Apologies... Mary Poppins is on TV and I find it hard to concentrate at this point! After writing this I shall go for a walk in the park. Yes. A cup of tea from the stand and wandering around with my Mum under the trees. I love being outside, and I love nature. I might take my book and sit on a bench for an hour or two reading and watching the interesting people go by. This morning I got up to play the piano and do some practice... I haven't played a lot lately and then what happens is your fingers become stiff. I now teach a lot more than I play. The only way I can describe this, it its like playing hockey at school in the freezing cold with Mrs C, then someone hits your hand with the hockey stick... the sheer agony met with the freeing cold is something I remember about school... and Mrs C the really tiny PE teacher with a bigger voice than me! No matter how much you moaned, you would always have to go on and play! She always used to put me in for the Moorways (athletics competition) to run the 200m sprint or play netball and hockey against the other girls teams. The other schools always took it really seriously and the girls all had legs that looked like tree trunks... we just took it as a laugh and mostly sang songs about Branston pickle to annoy the opposition. I really loved that part of school even if I used to moan at the time... I even once forgot my PE kit on purpose so I wouldn't have to run... she phoned mum Mum and I had to go to Moorways in someone else's trainers and PE kit... my shoe fell off as I was crossing the finishing line! Haha. School truly makes your life what it is and it definitely did me good. So... Believe in yourself. Believe in what makes you feel good and what makes you happy. Believe in the dreams you've always had and wanted to come true. For those who believe, life is a precious gift, in which anything is possible. I thought I would share with you, the poem my Mum read at my Sister's wedding. I think its simple and beautifully describes the feelings one encounters when falling in love. You would do anything for that person and indeed, you carry their heart. I carry your heart by E.E. Cummings. I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhere I go, you go my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you. Here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher that the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart) Soppy Mondays :) KRBx
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