I haven’t written a blog in ages. It was our disastrous holiday to Bristol that did it. Trust me, none of you wanted to hear me whine on about rain, cow poo and parking fines. I’ve also been doing much more proper writing and didn’t want to waste my ideas.
Foraging innuendo nearly tempted me back, as did back to school grumpiness coupled with an unseasonable heatwave. There was a moment of joy when I worked with some small people and we made really nice music and then the comedian (who I refuse to write about whose name rhymes with Muscle land) used the word Baroque and my fingers twitched over the keyboard.
However, I have returned for an inspirational, seize the day message.
The weather turned, the wicked witch blew in from the East, the rain smelled of fish, all the leaves flew from the trees and I was walking down a footpath feeling maudlin. Worry pricked my every thought and then an acorn hit me on the head. Smack! It crossed my mind that I had been attacked with a claw hammer - it was that painful. Comedy cartoon squirrels circled my vision and a lump sprang up on my head complete with the ascending pitch slide that you would expect. Maybe the noise was just in my head, it was impossible to detach imagination from dizzy reality.
What if this is the way I go? I thought.
Years of drinking water, avoiding sex drugs and rock and roll, or daily yoga practice and it turns out I’m going to die from an acorn falling from a tree. Chicken Licken wasn’t so stupid after all.
Some people would take that as an inspirational ‘live for today’ message. So this is my gift to you, as a first blog back after a short reprieve.
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