MY 1ST FLASH 55 FIC… WHATEVER!

Posted by: ann on: 11 May 2007

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… but first the weekly ball count

The weather’s been very wet and windy this week, so today only threw back over the fence

• 1 little black ball
• 1 little black and white football
• 1 red white and black football that fell off the garden shed (or was it pushed)
• the usual big orange one

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Gingerly open door, wonder what will be
… what will I see?
Room in darkness; trip and fall
See familiar light flashing red
Feel warmth of it on her bed
Open curtains to let in light
Welcomed by the usual sight
Straighteners left on,
Clothes, shoes, makeup all over the place
Daughter’s room gets cleaned today

I know it says fiction and this is fact… does that matter?

The photo is not my daughter… just a pic I googled. She has categorically forbidden me to post pics of her. I don’t know why; she’s absolutely stunning. I’m sure to after her big bro’s wedding… tough.

Anyways this is not quite an accurate picture; there is no floor space to walk on in my dearest daughter’s room. She’s buying her own place and will probably be moved out by the end of next month… I shall miss her badly… I will NOT miss the mess. In truth she works very long hours, but since she also earns very nicely, thank you, she’ll have to pay someone else to clean up after her, strip her bed, do her laundry etc etc etc… but I really really will miss her. She even watched Bobby Bobby with me tonight, although she’d seen it before and told me the whole story in the opening minute. That’s my girl!

Another end of an era today. Jamie left his job to start a new one nearer to where he lives. He’s a surveyor. That should save on his £60 a week petrol bill ($120). The point is he worked not too far from his little ol’ mum so often popped home, or stayed over now and again. I know I complain that this place is treated like a hotel/restaurant, but I really won’t see so much of him anymore either.

I am seriously looking to move. The dilemma. Do I stay where I have lived the past 30 years, where I know everyone in my community and where most of my friends live? Or, do I move to be nearer the children? I wouldn’t exactly be on their doorstep, maybe a 15 minute drive from them instead of the 45 – 60 minute drive it will be? They want me to be closeby… I really don’t know why and I really don’t know what to do.

There really aren’t many sons and future daughters-in-law like mine. How many do you know would shlep their ancient mother to a Prince concert? YEAH… I think he’s beautiful. Jen I wish you could come with us. I was almost tempted to jet out and see him with you in Las Vegas, but the O2 centre in Greenwich is so much nearer.

I know he doesn’t look anything like our uber-hero, Vincent Philip D’Onofrio, who is my ultimate perfect dream fodder.

I’ve purposely written his whole name to see if this will jumpstart Google…

I don’t believe I am being unfaithful to Bobby Bobby or my other ab fab fav musical artist, Bon Jovi. He’s performing here too in the summer, but I’ve got an engagement party that day. I’m gutted. If I could have gone that would have made it a hat-trick, seeing him three times in less than a year. It would have been churlish of me to refuse just because I would rather see JBJ strutting his stuff, but it is my best friend and they are coming to Israel for the wedding.

Apart from the fact that Prince is a genius and writes the most amazing music for himself and the rest of the popworld, I find him exciting, exotic and incredibly erotic. Not that I wish to diss our man, and Naked Tango was kinda about the tango, but the moves were hardly… well, they weren’t Prince… what a mover, what a shaker, what a performer.

I was really really lucky to see him last November at the UK Hall of Fame Awards (and James Brown who did strut his stuff and died five weeks later… surreal). I went to especially to see JBJ. I was like an excited little girl when I discovered Prince was there too; my two ab fab favs in one night, but it wasn’t to be like that. I was bitterly disappointed. Prince didn’t perform that evening, but he did speak beautifully… what a guy. What is also so amazing is that this tour is called 3121, after his last album, although it’s actually a greatest hits concert. Well the tickets just cost £31.21. That is cheap for here. Actually, they cost me nothing. Jamie and Lucy are treating me. Bless ’em!

As you know I bought the dress. This week I bought the sandals. The really really really pretty beaded and sequinned ones with deadly killer heels looked stunning on my freshly pedicured feet. Unfortunately they would have killed me. I couldn’t walk in them; I could see myself tottering down the aisle then falling flat on my face or worse, the other end. They are still high, but not so high, so now I’ll be 5’3″

I also bought the magic knickers… I did not like them. I guess I’ve let it hang out for so long, holding it in was unbearable. Also the weather will be absolutely sweltering… perhaps sleak and slinky was not one of my better ideas, but loose makes me look like I’m trying to cover up something… oh I am… doh!

I am pacing myself… well the spending. Sunday I shall look for the aufruf outfit. Thank goodness for plastic. I was in the West End the other day; loadsa pretty clothes.

The invitations have arrived; they are spread all over my dining table in piles of countries. Guess what else I’ll be doing over the weekend… good old mum! Good old fat mum. But it is getting exciting now… seems more real somehow.

D-I-E-T is the dirtiest four letter word I know… grrrrrr… so another cartoon, or should that be carton?

I GAVE UP DESSERTS!!! (It was the worst twenty minutes of my life.)

I KEEP TRYING TO LOSE WEIGHT BUT IT KEEPS FINDING ME.

THERE ARE TWO THINGS YOU SHOULD NEVER EAT BEFORE BREAKFAST: (LUNCH AND DINNER).

Happy Mother’s Day to all you American mamas… ours is in March, I think. I got a lovely card from a U.S. friend… thank you Jen, it really moved me. It said, “Today be blessed, be strong, be beautiful, be you.“ I confess to a little tear sliding down my nose. “Beautiful” and “me” are not two words one would put together. Rachel saw it. She was most impressed… admitted it was more than I got from my own children. Hmmmm! I also got one of Feline Frisky’s beautiful home made cards… more tears to my eyes. Thank you Diane and Brian.

That’s all for now folks!

Wishing you and yours a wonderful weekend wherever you are… Shabbat Shalom

p.s. Claire, I’m enjoying the book too. My group meets the first Tuesday of the month, so looking forward to reporting back then.

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