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Date: 10 September 2004 20:03:16
Ms M thrilled at the quick turnaround of her musiccom order which she sent for yesterday. She was NOT quite so amused when she opened the packet to find 'The Essential Ella,' where there should have been 'Great Movie Themes.' She's needing this for the house choir's performance of Dirty Dancing's 'The Time of your Life,' for their music competition in 6 weeks time. My suggestion that they could try Lynyrd Skynyrd's 'Freebird,' instead didn't exactly go down a bundle, either. I raked out my ancient cassette, and admittedly, you can see that their average grade IV guitarists would hardly be up to the job. And I'm not sure how you'd arrange the piece to accommodate all those enthusiastic year 7 percussionists!
I'm now quite recovered from my spectacular nose-dive into and over the church car park barrier last night. Well, it was dark, and I'd not been drinking, much. The adrenalin rush can be entirely attributed to the thrill of competing in an interhousegroup quiz evening. As per usual, my score in the recognising celebrities was embarrassingly low. I was, however quite proud at being the first on my table to recognise Rolf Harris's cover version of 'Stairway to Heaven,' (within the first couple of bars). Poor Ms M - when she heard, she emitted one of her heartrending sighs and her eyebrows disappeared up into her fringe. More quizes, please. It's interesting to note the high turnout - far more people than I've ever seen at any training course or prayer group. Away with those mind-numbing IVP Bible studies, and those ghastly meetings when you're invited to 'turn to your neighbour and share....' (bleugh!). Introduce compulsory sticky puddings and barn dances and the C of E's attendance figures are sure to go soaring through the roof.
Little M's new carpet was fitted this afternoon - completing the blue theme. We're all thrilled with it. Unfortunately, he and Mr M almost came to blows over moving the furniture back in - something to do with little M accidentally dropping a hoover on his Dad's foot. Anyway, the first I knew of it was when he burst into tears just before tea, and refused to go on helping. Said he'd only stood up for himself, as Mr M's always told him to do -and next thing he finds his allowance stopped for ever and ever... Most unlike little M who's a big hulking teen now, or like Mr M, tbh, who, however tetchy he might be at times, will hardly have a word said against him, let alone say one himself. I took a deep breath, made sympathetic noises, and tried to explain about the strains of work, worries about Granny and sister in law, insomnia, (Mr M's just started on sleeping pills and mild antidepressants). And then bustled about, dishing up home made soup. Too much testosterone around I'm afraid.
It's strange actually, this happening when it did. This afternoon I finally stopped dithering about and got started on my latest assignment, part of which involves referring to my faith background; my spritual roots, if you like. Inevitably I'm touching on my childhood experiences with my father, and even after all this time, it's still quite upsetting to write about it, however briefly. I was glad to use the arrrival of the carpet fitters as an excuse to call it a day. So, mindful of old memories - I was able to react fairly calmly when my two resident men decided to lock horns. I'm also, to be selfish and self- centred, treading carefully with Mr M, as I'd love him to come with me to a 'do,' next month,(so would Ms M - she's just refused a couple of invites herself so that she can look after her brother while we're away!).