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Date: 19 June 2006 13:09:27
So, little change there then! Thanks to an ad spotted on a poster on the back of a bus in Godiva land last week, I've discovered (rediscovered) Classic Gold and have it playing in the background. And since I'm undoubtedly an embarrassment to my two teenagers, I might as well do it in style. Nothing like a spot of Status Quo to cheer you up on a Monday afternoon, and it's less hazardous to the health than hitting the w (h)inebox. (Yes, afraid I collapsed in a tearful, budgie like heap again over the weekend). Sad I know. Still, it's when I start blasting out Meatloaf at 100 decibels plus that you need to get worried.
It was blisteringly hot down here on Saturday -and I think it was this, the fallout after the funeral - which Mr Miff came back briefly for; he's now safely back climbing evr'y mountain in France, too much packed into one weekend, and little help with it, that got me into a tearful panic mode. So much so that I decided to cut and run at a 'Seabird' meeting (can't hold myself together in that state, and you can't fall to bits amongst folk you barely know) and caught the train home.
Got back and went into misery mode before pottering round the house sorting stuff for Monday. Then having cleared the decks so that there was no need to go into church on Sunday morning, had a proper lie-in then. Even the dog slept on . And we enjoyed a run round the garden later. Well, Miffdog enjoyed the run; I sat in the sun in my night things with a cup of tea.
Picked up a bit by Sunday afternoon, and enjoyed rehearsing for and singing in special choral evensong to celebrate HM the Queen's 80th. You simply can't stay gloomy when you're belting out Zadok the Priest! And if I say so myself, I'm quite impressed at my sightreading skills. Thanks in no small way to little bro's ex-cathedral choir background. All those long, dreary hours spent in church as a teenager must have borne some fruit!
The good news (and I shall refrain from strangling Ms Miff! ;)) is that she not only passed her course, and project, but passed, with DISTINCTION! Gaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (Counts grey hairs). Though I gather that if she'd not done that all nighter, it might have been a very different story. Phew. She's off over in the other town clearing her flat; the advantage being that she's also tidied our loft so that she can fit all her stuff in it.
And, I WAS quite impressed - if slightly alarmed - at her final project when I saw it at exhibition last week. And so might you be if you had a close encounter with a depressed looking rag doll with removable entrails, as I did. These odd (very odd) insights into one's offspring's psyche can knock you off guard. More on that another time, maybe.