Sunday, November 9, 2014

Parsnips and Poppies.

When there's only three for dinner, buy a bag of parsnips:

 3p a portion.  Doubt I'll ever be this cheap again so have photographic evidence.

 Boil the living daylights out of them.

 And produce a lovely blended parsnip soup that your hubby loves, you quite like, and your youngest tolerates...

 Then settle down to watch one of your new dvd's.
Grand sum of a quid each from the charity shop.
(I chose the Lake House....  Rubbish!!)

 After feeling so good about your bargain, bugger off to Glasgow the next day...

 Promise eldest a big breakfast and watch her leg it down the stairs in record time for a Sunday...

 Admire the quirky bits no bobs while yer waiting.

 Then tuck into a gorgeous big Sunday breakfast.
Cos you're worth it after having a 3p tea the night before...

 Then dash back home just in time for the White Poppy Ceremony.

 Where lots of like minded people went to lay a wreath and take a moment together.

 In the glorious setting of the local library.

On a beautiful Autumn day.

Then rush home to your beautiful new washing machine.
It's true love!

Be back soon!

Wendy x

Sunday, November 2, 2014

The Power of Music. I'm Being Transported Back to the Eighties...!

Am sat here listening to my 100 80's songs CD, having done all the menial boring jobs that are required of a Sunday, after a week of work.  Reality's rubbish!

Am being transported back to my teens.  Remembering the Bucks Fizz classic that had me dancing round my bedroom in 1981...  Reminiscing about my lifesize Paul Young poster and the boy I fancied down the street that had hair just like him...  Dancing in the kitchen to "I think We're Alone Now", just like I did when it came out, only this time I was doing a pile of dishes and had a pinny on...  And remembering actually walking down Electric Avenue with my walkman belting out the song of the same name.  Powerful stuff is music I'm sure you'll agree.

I've loved music all my life and am very lucky to be married to a bloke that's obsessed with it.  The girls just love it when they mention an artist they've just discovered, whether an old or new act, and their Dad can pop through and bring them their whole back catalogue from the CD cupboard. Eclectic is the word.... 

Since cancelling our TV licence something has happened.  Something I wasn't expecting.  Something I'd completely forgotten about.  Books and music!  Goodness the tele box can suck time out of your day like a very powerful hoover....  And so the CDs have been getting played aplenty and the long forgotten lyrics have returned.  Must be good for the brain to suddenly realise you remember every single word of Tainted Love even though you haven't heard it for years, especially considering you don't remember what you had for breakfast...

I didn't have a good childhood by any means.  In care, adopted, abused, bloody awful...!  And I've made a discovery, I've come to the conclusion that the brain is my favourite organ of all.  No bad memories are connected with a single song from my teens - every single song makes me feel good, brings back a good feeling, takes me back to a specific time or moment that was good.  Weird? Probably!  A particular quirk with my brain?  Probably!  Do I care?  NO!!!

Robbie and I have passed our love of music onto our girls thank God and they are frequently off to gigs, constantly downloading, singing, playing, sharing and enjoying.  They're going to grow old with the most brilliant memories of songs from their childhood, all attached to memories that will last forever.  Does tele do that?  Course it doesn't!

So I have my first conclusion of this post.  Best thing I ever did was cancel my TV licence.  So there!

So all this time to think about the old me back in the 80s has got me thinking about the older, slightly wiser me.  The one that has gradually, over time, become a little less confident, a little less brave, a little more introverted and quiet, (though quite happy with this I must add).  A homebird with a love of wine and a good film is no bad thing!

But a slight shift is a happening....  New friends, new causes, new interests, and an unaccustomed shot of confidence had me dressing up and going partying this weekend.  The second in a fortnight don't you know?  And if you knew me you'd know that this is quite a departure for me....

 Friends were most amused to realise I was just wearing my own clothes... 
A natural hippy!

 Elizabeth after a hard week...

 Can't take me anywhere!

Robbie getting mummified as you do on a Saturday night...

So my second conclusion:  After a lightbulb moment I have realised something.  I'm still the same girl I was in the 80s.  Bit older, bit creakier, but inside this little body is the exact same girl that was off to the disco at Woody's every Friday night.

I mustn't forget that.

What music brings back memories for you?  I'd love to hear!

Be back soon.

Wendy x