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.
More children murdered for learning today.
Well what do you say about that..
What can you say?
Apart from mumble as you shake your head.
Then repeat something your Mum said.
“Why are they so angry?
That they can murder children with ease, for a cause for a faith.
What do they say when they visit their mums, these murdering sons?”
I mention religion to my mum, and i light her fuse.
“Taking responsibility for our own actions was something that was always difficult to teach.” Said mum.
“You had to be there and learn and make mistakes, but whoever you worship and whatever your thoughts. There has to be a rule.
“You don’t kill innocent children as their learning in their school.”
Remembering things that actually happened.
Thinking on thoughts that started a smile or created a cry. Further thoughts that ask why do I die?
Remembering when my Sister got married, I was young and my Sister was getting married?
I was still young when I wished I’d had the time to know her as I grew older.
Before she met a wonderful man and became a wonderful wife.
She was young and so brave to change her life.
I was there to see her meet someone so perfect and strong for whatever reason.
Giving up the time I wished I’d spent with my Sister later made perfect sense.
Sense I saw playing catchup with my Vanetta in her early married home. Cold with only coal fires but warmed with a life together starting love.
Visiting her and getting to know with a fondness a man who I can say it has been a respectful pleasure to know, was, by the way.. silver lined, an introduction to saying goodbye to a Yellow brick road and finding a 7 inch “just another day.” Was May I say a lovely lining, but much more.
Much more than giving a young boy a passion for Mcartney was letting him share in his Sisters lovely new life by an open fire on Old Hall Road.
My favourite breakfast was in the south of France, not the food, that was croissant et cafe creme.
But sitting outside of the cafe in Cassis, alone with my Citroen parked a meter away to take me anywhere I wanted, made my memorable breakfast help me feel free, and taste the holliday happiness of being young.
My favourite dinner was with my lovely Jo on my birthday. She took me to Rules the oldest restaurant in London and we were welcomed with smiles and the taste of the food was only surpassed by my ever so expensive single malt, which I had for my pudding.
After the meal we had drinks at the top of Centre Point and I looked over the London night with a wonderful cocktail and a wonderful sight.
And the view was fine as well.
My favourite super was full with family by the shore of lake Garda. The heat of the day stayed until late and reminded me how brown I was.
My Dad was buoyant with stories and my Mum was laughing and my Sister cemented the love of us all as we shared a time together I will remember forever.
A cracking menu de la vie although I did skip lunch x