I am feeling particulary clumsy. In the past 24 hours, I have broken two glasses (one containing lots of red wine), banged my head, slipped on my bottom all the way down my drive and managed to stand on shards of glass. Lovely! Bled like some sort of bleeding thing. Have always been clumsy but this has been a little over the top. Doesn't quite beat breaking my arm jumping over open sewerage (and incidently and indeed accidently falling in!)
We got a Christmas tree yesterday - truly lovely. Chrissy and I decorated it with baubles and little nativity figures. Told the nativity story to little toddlers this morning. Twas slightly crazy but lovely. Ended up with one kid running around holding a cow (well a pictoral representation of one) which was twice the size of him and children climbing all over the place. Thankfully noone tried to climb the Christmas tree.
Looking through my old poetry. More childlike than the rest and more likely to be surreal or just silly. Here are a few:
Big yellow feet
You know songs are finished when
the sentences end and so do they.
You know how old someone is
by the state of their elbows.
But noone knows why ducks
have big yellow feet.
I stood inside my head today
and painted it blue.
I couldn't think of a thing to say
but saw the world anew.
ZZZZ
A thousand years ago,
I fell into a well.
Now I think its fair to say
I really am quite bored.
posted by Becca @ 6:19 pm
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I don't care if they're silly, they're still my favourite poems, sis :)
The only other poem that comes close is Lewis Carroll's The Walrus and The Carpenter, for this opening line:
"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night."
Hello dear soul. I love Lewis too - we are close friends. Spent an entire afternoon with him once in a library in Cockermouth. Learnt a lot. I once dressed up as alice for a carnival. Had a looking glass. Part way through, looked in the mirror to find that I was bleeding like a badger. Nosebleed lasted an hour. Won a gold fish. Wearing an angel costume at the moment - sitting at work. Just did an assembly on angels - pretended to climb the Christmas tree. How near to Doctor status are you?
I love you xxxxx
Becca, you really are crackers, but I love you soooooo much!
Mum x x x
Thank you mother dearest. Talking about crackers, do you remember when dad made me a cracker costume? Noone else was dressed up for that disco and I had to stand all evening because the costume was made out of a cardboard box and I couldn't bend my legs in it. Oh the pain! Great costume though! Love you too!!!! More than polka dotted pj's xxx
Nayf - I can't get onto your blog. Why? I need to keep up with all of Sian's sayings
Ah, something somewhere is broken. I'm not sure what. My doctor status is "quasi-hemi-demi-semi-doctor", which means I can perform surgery, but only plastic. Something to do, I suppose.
I shall be ringing you again soon. Be prepared. By "prepared", I mean "wearing a flat cap".
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