- The campaign for the General Election has officially started in England this week. You could say election fever has gripped the nation, but it’s the sort of fever that makes you want to tuck up in bed with the covers over your head. The campaign so far (and I’m sure it will continue thus) seems to be a succession of party leaders sniping and making snide remarks about each other. No one in the country has a clue who will come out on top, and it certainly looks like it’s going to be another hung parliament. I’m just praying that the disgraceful UKIP don’t get a look-in on any coalition.
- Yesterday,I joined the gym. No, I didn’t think I would either, but apart from their beautiful pool being just soooo inviting, I’ve been feeling generally blobby and lacking in energy, which I put down to being just a teeny bit heavier than I was this time last year. I keep reminding myself that I’m carrying the equivalent of several bags of sugar around with me all the time, and that’s why I’m feeling tired.
I’m taking my first class today, Yogalates, which is the evil son of Yoga and Pilates. I’m a little nervous – will all the others be young and fit? Will it be a bit too punishing for me? Will I make an absolute berk of myself (I usually do…should be used to it by now)? I expect I’ll live through it either way, and I’m looking forward to a good swim and perhaps, a relaxing steam, afterwards.
- I’ve been trying to tidy up the garden, but it’s so bloomin’ windy, it blows my eyes to the back of my head every time I venture out. It’s been like this for days now. At the moment the sun is out and through the window it looks quite tempting, but having just got back from walking the dog, I know that that fierce wind bites right through to your bones. Nope, I’m just going to stay here in the warm and look through the window at all the new weeds popping up and thumbing their noses at me.
- Lunching with a friend tomorrow. We are ‘ladies wot lunch’. We don’t see each other often, but when we do we like to catch up over a glass of wine and some yummy food. This is one of the great pleasures of retirement! I can’t eat too much though, as I have my regular yoga class in the afternoon. This is another reason I would like to lose a couple of inches from my waist…a spare tyre does get in the way of a good deep forward bend a bit!
- Easter weekend is coming up. The weekend of chocolate. I remember when I was little, on Easter Sunday we used to get chocolate eggs in pretty boxes, or wrapped in fancy cellophane. Now all the eggs seem to come with some chocolate bar or other, in boxes that are basically, just a bit more garish advertising.
Of course these days chocolate is the only thing that springs to mind for many people when Easter is mentioned. We should however, spare a thought to it’s origins. Don’t get me wrong, I am not religious at all, and don’t believe in all that stuff, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little generous to those who do now and again. At the very least we should take the opportunity to remind ourselves that such barbarism as crucifixion should not be allowed to take place anywhere in the world here in the 21st Century. As I was, I am sure you will be shocked, though not surprised, when you hear that yes,some terrorists groups still find it acceptable retribution. You may guess who. Whoever wins that General Election, we must hope that, together with all the other world leaders, they intensify their efforts to stamp this out. Soon.
I’m a bit late with this, and I apologise for not taking this challenge completely seriously. Friday’s prompt was ‘Fog’ and the poem was to be written in the form of an elegy (longing) using metaphors. Errmm…this is what I came up with..
When I’m Bored
Through the fog of tedium
My thoughts turn to you
You dusky seductress
Wrapped in silver sheets
Waiting to melt at my lips
I cannot resist your call
Though you lead me
to this fattened state
I’m ready to accept my fate
I’m yours,oh perfect chocolate
For the first time ever yesterday, I went into a Starbucks on my own. Actually, I’m not sure that I’ve ever been in a Starbucks at all before, so it was a new experience for me. I’d like to say here and now, that I won’t be going back. Nor will I be venturing into any other ‘coffee shop’.
For a start I don’t drink coffee. Tried it a few times, but just the smell makes me feel slightly nauseous and lightheaded. Last time I drank coffee was at a dinner party some 20 years ago. We’d just moved in to a new house, and were invited by kindly neighbours who were, frankly, ordinarily a little too posh for the likes of us. We didn’t know any of the other four couples there at all. It would have felt very unsophisticated to ask for a cup of tea instead, so I took the coffee served in tiny cups at the end of the meal, and tried not to turn my nose up at it as I drank it.
Pretty much instantaneously, I felt my head swim, things went a bit blurry, and I felt the need to excuse myself to head to the loo to slosh some water on my face. The next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor on their deep-pile carpet with my head between my knees, having passed out cold. Very sophisticated. They all thought I was drunk. I wasn’t, which was apparent by my swift recovery. But once they realised I was sober as a judge, everyone made a big fuss, and a doctor was called. I felt a right twerp. All I wanted was a cup a’ rosy.
Anyway, I’ll never know whether it was the coffee that made me faint, it doesn’t seem to have that effect on anyone else, but I haven’t drunk it since.
So, anyway, I was hanging about, very bored, waiting for a train yesterday, and thought I’d get myself a cup of hot chocolate (I can’t abide tea in plastic cups). Starbucks was the only place in the near vacinity, so I braved it. Oh, the smell. Do you know (I expect you do) that they have a pile of coffee beans, just loose on the top of some machine….eewww….! All I wanted was a cup of hot chocolate, but I had to make decisions about what size/type, and I also had, for some unfathomable reason, to tell the girl my name. Then go and queue for my drink.
It was ok. Lukewarm for hot chocolate, even without the pile of cream I was offered. I had to sit on a primary school sized stool at a bench table. Can’t say I enjoyed it. At all. But it killed some time – all of five minutes, mostly queueing.
I am, I admit, slightly jealous of all those other folk happily ordering their fancy named beverages. Knowing the difference between a latte, a macchiato, cappacino and espresso, not to mention the different versions of them. I do still feel very unsophisticated compared to those who sit with friends slowly sipping something frothy, or people who rush about clutching enormous plastic cups of something or other that they seem to need to just fuel them through their day (they must be loaded too – have you seen the price of those things??? And why don’t they need the loo all the time???) However, I have learnt in my old age, that the one thing that makes anyone seem sophisticated is their being able to ask for what they want with confidence and ease, and without embarrassment.
So these days, if I’m coming ’round to your house, put the coffee maker away and make sure you’re stocked up on tea bags – you know that’s what I’ll be asking for.