A friend of mine was telling me that I was better than a hole in the ground full of water. A deep hole. With a bucket. He meant well. It’s an old joke, and very much one of my high calibre. But it illustrates something I’ve just experienced. A friend has said that she has faith I will sort out what I need ahead of my photoshoot next week. She said : “I know you will make it work. You are a perfectionist !” This is obviously meant to be a very encouraging comment, reminding me that I tend to strive
This evening, albeit briefly, I experienced a calm, a settled mess, a peace. If I had any idea idea what the word meant, I might have described myself as happy. I shall reflect later on what was and what was not present, to create such a moment, but for now, on a day that could have been marred by minor illness, a gentle peace has descended upon the three inhabitants of this home. Merry Christmas, you filthy animals.
Don’t panic ! This post is not as dark as the title suggests. When I was a child, I had many dreams, and some nightmares. My dad (who was a character) talked to me about dreams and explained that the worst never actually happens. For example, you never actually die. You may think you are going to, you may head towards the big crash…but the dream ends just before the crucial moment. OF course being “my dad” he explained that the moment you actually do dream of death then you have actually died and it is all over. Sleep well,
After dinner, I wanted something sweet but didn’t have anything but Curly Wurlies…that should be all a man needs. But it wasn’t what I wanted tonight and randomly I decided I needed to try and make some “fairy cakes”, or whatever you care to call them. That’s a lot of effort from me, particularly on a Saturday evening. Plus it keeps me from going clubbing 😂 So they went in the oven, and now they are cooling on racks. Doing this reminds me strongly of my mum, as she would bake with me as a small child and I would