Well the calmness of yesterday was short lived. On the journey home on the bus from Angel, I had to listen to the ‘life and times of a Glaswegian in London’ (usually deeply love the accent , today it was like grating my fingers down) – I think she was under the misaprehension she had to talk so loud so they could hear her in Glaasgee. The woman was half way down towards the back of the bus twanging away at full throttle for 25 minutes, with hardly a pause, apart from when she lost signal for a couple of seconds “och, I thought yer battery had gone dead hen!”….not a dialogue, but a veritable monologue, and I feel like she is family now. Ah! I heard all the trials and tribulations of her exciting(?) and complicated(?) life, and now know where not to eat in Holloway if you don’t want to get mild food poisoning! So with gritted teeth and no distractions I arrived home unable to eat nuts as my jaw was so tense….So now I try to write with no distractions….! Easier said than done, I write 4 words and Mr P arrives home from work with stories from his day, I get to 15 words and he leaves the room again.
– he returns from the kitchen, with news of the rest of his day, and then my word count stops telling me anything, it sticks on 15 – oh there she blows…. word count working again, I get up to 51 words without saying diddly squat. It is day 146 of my post-a-day and I am losing the will to…. anything really. Everyone in my family seems to be on meltdown and I am trying hard not to be dragged down too, trying to stay upbeat, but it is quite tiring….. ah Mr P re-enters, and now he’s gone again, to lie down. 10 hours of landscape gardening (or smelling the flowers as I like to put it) has obviously taken its toll.
smelling the flowers
So much for the ‘no distractions’. Now I have to put up with all the inner distractions in my head. Need to learn some music for tomorrow, need to find some much more fun songs for my new choir of 4-11 year olds, need to record parts for lovely grown up choirs, and have to decide if I can get myself in any kind of shape to get on a train and have a break this weekend , which seems completely absurd seeing as I have such a long list of things to do. If only I had a Tardis or a Scotty to beam me up, so I could be surrounded by sheep and sunsets without having to do the 4 hour journey.
Ah Mr P is back, what happened to the sleep?…you know what…I am feeling a bit tired myself…got to go to another meeting in 35 minutes. I might just have a little lie down too. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
SONG OF THE DAY Emmylou Harris, Gillian Welch and Alison Krauss sing their song from“Oh Brother where Art Thou” GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE BABY