Friday, December 22

My Family I'd forgotten how much it makes me laugh. The sort of laughing where you forget about everyone else until you've stopped laughing, and then you realise that you really were laughing quite uncontrollably. I'd like to meet the actors. Don't know their names (as per usual -- do I ever really? no.), or anything about them, and I'd rather spend time watching the programme than googling them.

So, the boys were in bed (who I babysit for), I switched it on, looked gleeful with the realisation that I could sit and watch My Family, that my mocks were over so I didn't feel the need to do any work, that there was no-one else in, so I didn't have to share the lounge. I could just lie there, elbows propped on cushion, head propped in hands, fixated on the TV. (And they have a bigger TV than us. Fabulous.) And the laughing just rolled out -- most of the situations were completely absurd, but they somehow seemed to relate. Whether it be the teenage boy charging the people to take their piss in their lovely bathroom (extra for the ensuite, of course...) -- not that anyone does this, but the way he found to make money -- or the film star coming into the house, all blasé, everyone competing for his attention. It just works. It makes me laugh, and I was glad to remember that.

When the credits rolled on, I wiggled a bit, looking at my elbows (which had gone red and ached from being in the same position for yonks), & I wondered whether perhaps the boys would've wondered why I was laughing, but my thought was quickly pushed out, as I pictured them, running round crazily, fantastically energetic. No, they wouldn't.

(Yes, I am aware of my overuse of the word 'wonder'.)

Monday, December 18

exciting, that's the following:

ideas (big, small, annoying, stiletto-stamping-on-the-brain type ones); parks (swings, benches - the one at the top of the hill... rivers; swings; made from rope and old tree trunk - the sort which break at just the wrong time, like when you've got to go somewhere afterwards); food & drink (maple syrup, white chocolate, milk chocolate, strawberries, Tropicana, baileys, oranges cut open and eaten with hands, melon, grapes dipped in chocolate, pizza, pasta, pesto, tomatoes, olive oil drizzled over pasta, eating lemons -- even if it's a slice I take from my (or someone else's) drink), cooking (kneading dough, slicing fruit) books, the smell of new books, holding a book, scribbling and underling on it, borrowing someone else's and reading their notes, buying new ones from Muji.. and sitting on the sofas, watching; & languages (syntax, punctuation, dialect, accent, certain voices, sounds that are hilarious in one language, sounds I can't get the knack of easily, but which the brother of a friend I made attempted to teach me, repeating it over and over, accompanied by amusing flamboyant gestures, listening to French radio, hearing Germans exclaim 'ach ja, genau!'; travelling, train journeys, going for a run, going for really long walks, working my way around a foreign airport on my own...); painting; drawing; scribbling; making dots on paper; drawing/ playing noughts and crosses on the road; sitting at the end of my road - on my own or with people, doesn't fuss me, I like it either way; swimming, preferably in the sea, in warm, shallow waters (so I don't get pulled out..) but a swimming pool will suffice; mornings when I can just be lazy, without someone from a nearby house having work done, without my parents doing work, without everyone deciding to cut the grass; not having to have a sleeping routine; things that smell good; bike rides (need to get my bike mended. How long ago did I say I would do this? Too long ago..); sitting on the swing/ lying on the hammock in the garden when it's dark; certain people…

only a few things out of all.

It'd be interesting to see which are shared, if you are so inclined to share yours.

Sunday, December 17

General Public

I've been thinking lately about why the majority of people simply don't 'do' poetry - yet they resort to it for 'special occasions'; weddings, funerals, christenings...