Author: ThirdCat

penultimate april

Curses. I have missed 29 April, which is like, totally the mister’s fault, because I said I wanted to come home three hours ago and he insisted we stay for another beer.

One good thing I discovered tonight, the One to One’s menu has improved greatly. I mean, it still has nothing more imaginative than a club sandwich and a quesadillo, but at least it’s not just a choice between the burger or the buffet.

Talk with you tomorrow (which is technically today) for the last day of April at which point I will have completed my ‘blog every day for a month’ challenge, and after which we need to decide what I should do with this here blog.

Another question

I’ve had three haircuts in the last 14 months. One at my usual hairdresser in Goodwood, one when we went to Edinburgh and one by Cindy just two days before Christmas. That last one was rather fabulous, and if you are ever in Berri, I highly recommend her.

Anyhoo, the upshot of only three haircuts in 14 months is longer hair than I’ve had for many years. Which is fun. Only, can anyone tell me how to wear a ponytail without having a dreadful headache by the end of the day?

And really, you’d think for the fees they charged they’d at least stump up for a cello

‘Mum! Guess what? Tomorrow, I’m getting a recorder! And we get to bring it home.’

And I say, ‘That’s great.’

Because that’s what mums must say when their children are young and filled with the joy of it all even if said mums are, all the while, remembering their own mother, teaching music in a primary school, and pouring an extra brandy (and sometimes four), on recorder afternoons.

And on Fridays we shall dance

We lived in New Zealand for several years in the early and mid nineties, and I saw more music there than I ever have or ever will. Something about New Zealand music and the New Zealand sense of humour that I just loved. Also, views of volcanoes. I never got sick of seeing volcanoes. I have lots of happy music memories. This is one of my favourites. (embedding disabled)

PS Also, can you remind the mister I want this somewhere, sometime at my funeral…he’s sure to forget.

Update: lads to me, ‘okay, one more time, and then that’s enough, all right?’

Day twenty two, and I’m running out of titles, can’t you tell

New circuit class last night. I dunno, I don’t think it’s that hard. When the dude calls time, move one station to the right, next time he calls time, go into the middle, next time one station to the right, into the middle, one station to the right. And so on.

I can confidently say that in a class of maybe thirty, I was the only one who went station to station without skipping any, without choosing randomly.

I suspect, right now, somewhere in Abu Dhabi, there’s a woman thinking to herself, ‘Sheesh, does she need to be so grumpy…what does it matter if people go to the wrong station. So what if I did two rounds of lateral lifts and none of tricep dips…she needs to get a life…’

Well, no. I’m from Adelaide, when things do not proceed in an orderly fashion, my world, she falls apart. I like to live my life, station by station, waiting for the dude to call time.