No your Not a stalker yet, your more of an avid watcher… Next!
No Avid Watcher……..!
Hello come in sit down.
Oh hello if i open a mirror shop opposite the mirror shop will i create a little piece of infinity on the Holloway Road and, its a two part question, what should i call it?
I would’t worry too much about that son, i’d worry more about whose mirrors you had on display in your window, you might have to merge. Because they have good mirrors and you might reflect badly on them…….
I once watched a washing machine from cycle start right through to spin.
It was a Wednesday afternoon and i should have had something better to do.
I got up of course to make a brew, and use the loo.
Then i returned and sat cross legged in front of well i think it was a Hotpoint.
I was there for a while, this was a rented flat in 80’s Nottingham and the washer was not young, but i didn’t want to take for granted not having to go the the laundrette.
The trouble is i had romanticised about going to the laundrette from an early age.
I remember thinking when i was 17 that i might meet a girl who cried on Wednesday afternoons in a laundrette.
In front of what i think was a Hotpoint i remember thinking that i might meet a girl who cried on Wednesday afternoons who would sit with me and watch the washer from the start of the cycle right through to the spin.
Crossed legged on the floor with a hanky and a cup of tea and an ever so slight grin on her tear stained chin.
As one year screamed into another and for a wonderful while we all forgot to ignore each other.
Well i wondered while i waited at the station to pick up my lovely Jo what it was i liked about the year before, and then i thought about what it was the new one had in store.
Starting pauliepaul verses the world was high on my list, being able to publish my mad verse and words made me happy, and yet at the same time made me sad.
Listening to Jo’s wonderful new songs being produced with positivity was high up so high up as well.
Learning to deal with a growing Daisy will i think be on this list for as long as i can try to help her.
Me: “daisy what are you rebelling against?”
Daisy: “what have you got!”
Of course it was a brilliant Brando saying the above, and dealing with a growing Daisy will be the constant that helps me to try to understand that love is saving the last word for a fond goodbye not to create a cry or a sad bedtime.
The new year will be more than fine as it brings a smile and me Jo and Daisy girl are going to go the extra mile to find: “A warm beach!”
How shallow is that? and I’m talking about the sea…. Big love x
The blog made me happy and yet sad because i want it to be a bound book, with love to my Mum and all written on the inside cover.
If i was a cowboy i would be pretty quick on the draw.
Not gunfighter quick but i would make them my friends with my wit.
I would go into saloons and drink whiskey but not too much.
Jo says it turns me into a nutcase and i wouldn’t want to get run out of town.
If i was a cowboy i wouldn’t work with cows.
I would like to think i did wandering for a living.
Sometimes i would sleep out under a wandering star.
Thats not to say i’d stay away from comfort for too long.
If i was a cowboy i would do a little prospecting.
I would be friends with the blacksmith, and gain the sherifs trust.
And i would pay my way through the wild west with things i found in my pan, its like goldust.
This to the best of my knowledge is what i’d be like.