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Archive for March 1st, 2007


Posted on: 1 March 2007

Since I last posted it’s been a funny week and so many silly thoughts have crossed my mind. One of the silliest was when I was standing on a chair to reach something. I am barely five foot. I started laughing and put the chair in the middle of the room and thought I would look at the world from the same perspective as our uber-hero, the darling Vincent D’Onofrio. What is life like up here?

Oh dear, the top of the fridge needs cleaning LOL. Anyway I was moving the chair from place to place, inside and out.

He would be able to get the neighbour’s boy’s frisbee off the top of my shed. He wouldn’t have to stand on a chair.

He could so easily change the lightbulbs. He wouldn’t have to stand on a chair.

He would effortlessly reach all the top shelves. He wouldn’t have to stand on a chair.

He could clean my windows. He wouldn’t have to stand on a chair.

He could water the hanging basket. He wouldn’t have to stand on a chair.

I am for ever up and down blinking chairs all day and the world isn’t so wonderful close to the ground; it is far more pleasant nearer the sky.

I’m missing out on an awful lot, especially a man of 6’4″ and not just any ol’ man of 6’4″

It really doesn’t take much to humour me, although I don’t usually like slapstick. I think I was the only one who saw this young lad cycle past two traffic wardens who were nonchalantly walking along chatting and then whip one’s hat off and hurl it into an enormous recycling bin. I couldn’t believe what I saw. I was in stitches… the indignation on the traffic warden’s face was priceless and the tears were streaming down mine. I looked around at the other cars in the traffic; nothing, not a single smile from my rush hour friends. What a load of miseries. Now I don’t usually laugh at someone else’s expense, but it was a traffic warden and they don’t count.

Has anyone ever been locked IN their house? Last Saturday it felt like I was under house arrest. Friday night Jamie and Lucy were here and Jamie locked the door behind him as he left. I knew exactly where my keys were; or so I thought. I went to bed at 2.00 a.m. after hunting for hours, then got up at 7.00 after a restless night, hunting again. I thought I was very brave telephoning a 20-something couple at 8.00 on a Saturday morning. Well let’s just say they didn’t exactly rush over to rescue me, even though the keys were in Lucy’s bag and I didn’t put them there. It was a most surreal sensation, but I made the most of it… I went back to bed all morning.

One of the nicest things that happened to me was meeting a new internet friend for the first time. It was wonderful, like meeting an old (well not so much of the old) friend. It was as if we’d known each other for ever and the nice thing is… she’s still talking to me. We lunched and shopped and tea-ed. Well I shopped; I couldn’t help it, it was such a nice outfit and Selfridges is such a nice store. Whilst talking a little about Vincent, Bobby and mrsbg, amongst many other things, we thought we’d take a look at Jimmy Choo; they are gorgeous and surprisingly not as expensive as I thought. Okay, a little, okay a lot, beyond my pocket, but, but, but… erm… should I get the shoes first before the outfit for the wedding… hmmm!

Jan thank you for the lovely day.

Now for the greatest news I could have possibly wanted to hear… and no, not that mrsbg is expecting, although she is hoping Bobby’s expression will go from this

to this

when he hears he’s gonna be a papa.

This news is much much better than that.

Axe is starting a new job on Monday. We all wish you the very best of luck. I pray dear Axe your troubles are now behind you, that lady luck shines down on you and you can look forward to a brand new start.

Also special birthday greetings to my dear friend Diane. Since you love Maxine I thought you might appreciate this cartoon, sent to me courtesy of Deb.

Gosh, I know I’ve been a little quiet lately and thought I had nothing to say for myself, but reading this it looks like I’ve got verbal diarrhoea.

I shall try to visit all of you before I go away again on Sunday. I’ve missed you, but sadly I have to prioritise and blogging is not top of the list at the moment.

I’m going with Lucy to Herzliya for two days to organise stuff for the wedding; food tasting, flowers, kippot, benschers, (for those in the know) hairdressers and checking out the rooms and the tables, etc. and then we’re gonna stay with the babies and their parents, of course. I forgot that when I asked Jon & Bridgitte what they wanted for their anniversary they said a night off, so guess who’s gonna be babysitting… h-e-l-p!

Oooooooh I can’t wait to have them in my arms again.

Early wishes I know, but just as heartfelt for a wonderful weekend, Shabbat Shalom and Happy Purim.

Je t’embrasserais si bien ce soir pourtant
Dans le gout du sel sur nos peau
Toi qui naviques en mer d’Irelande
Dans la violente etreinte des vagues , Bien loin de mes vingt ans
Et de la douce plage ou tu me conduisis
Pour pecher la bete fabuleuse
Qui ne c’est pas montree
Et toi?
Viens-tu au rendez-vous parfois
Regretter ce baiser qu’on ne c’est pas donne?

If I could but kiss you now
With the taste of salt on our skin
You who sail the Irish Sea
In the violent bucking of the waves
Away from my twenty years
Away from the sweet shore
Where you led me to find the fabulous beast
Which never did appear
And you?
Do you ever return to that meeting place
To lament the love we never made?

the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

... to everyone whose pictures and videos I have borrowed; if anyone would like theirs to be removed, please tell me and I shall be happy to do so

all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

in case I forget what day of the week it is

March 2007