Susie and The Singing Tree

Susie and The Singing Tree

The tree was full of twittering

as she cycled slowly past;

smiling, listening, enjoying the symphony.

It became impossible not to stop

and search for birds hiding in branches;

gathering, sheltering, rejoicing.

She herself had just been praising,

it was only natural for them to do the same.

wearehereweareherewearehereweareherewearehere,

they chirruped, chirped and chorused.

Extraordinary in the ordinary,

and it happens every day at the same time.

A free show to look forward to.

To remind her of the simple things in life;

things to cherish.

Mind Blowing and Memory Making

I did not realise how quickly my naked self could move until I dropped my Kindle in the bath at the start of the Christmas holidays. Frantically scooping it out, I gently swaddled her in a small towel and shouted, ''Get me some rice NOW!'' I can be quite assertive and in control when required. Shrouding myself in a larger towel before carefully laying my beloved companion into a casserole dish and burying her in dry rice, I muse.
Please don't die yet, you bring me so much joy. 
Thankfully, the towel, the rice, the plea have worked.

The first dilemma of the holidays arose with a difficult decision to make. As usual, our social events clashed; shall we attend a carol service or go camping? ''I have a bad feeling about this.'' Surprisingly, Romeo steers us all onto another course declaring that we were going to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens. Brilliant! This will be the first time in two years that I have been to the big screen. I wasn't disappointed; gasping in delight at the IMAX screen, travelling at lightspeed through the galaxy with my 3D specs on, absorbing the adventure and relationships. It was almost like being in church. We sat in a row together, listening as the stories unfolded and made some sense. The original Star Wars films are pure allegory aren't they, George?

So with the Kindle re-fired and the Force awakened I felt empowered to take Dirtbag for her 8.00am Christmas Eve dental appointment. Brace yourself Ellie! Another opportunity to try out my limited Spanish on the Cuban orthodontist.
''¿Buenos días cómo estás. Feliz Navidad.'' I'm trusting google translate has got it right here.
We enjoyed the freedom to celebrate in our community by singing some carols, feasting on fine food and frolicking later on in the evening. Bruce the dog was lapping up all the fuss and attention in his cute little Santa jacket.

Christmas day appeared gloomy and overcast. Perfect, just like England. I cycled down to the beach for my swim in the large waves. Another brave soul was already body boarding. The sea didn't feel too cold at all and I was soon splashing around whilst trying to keep the silver tinsel in my hair. Then the heavy rains came, pounding down all day long, creating huge puddles and preempting the terrible floods in the UK on Boxing Day. My in-laws live next to the River Irwell which flooded their garden, cellar and garage. It was sad to see it on the news as it is only 400 yards or so away from The Waterside, a pub we frequented which collapsed into the river. Nearer to home, York, Manchester, Leeds, Brighouse and Elland seemed to be sinking. I trust they will resurface and return to normal soon.

We revisit the cinema, this time, to see Spectre. Brilliant! Mini-Me is a keen Bond fan. I had to exercise the art of self-control as I was sitting next to a white thobed man and one of his wives, I presume. When The Writing's on the Wall resounded during the opening sequence I mimed the lyrics perfectly but really I wanted to sing them out at the top of my voice. It was so hard to restrain myself. It would have been much better all round if they had used Radiohead's sublime ''Spectre'' theme instead. After my initial torture, I settled down to focus on the plot. My heartbeat became erratic engaging in all the adrenaline-surging action and also in anticipation of some sex scenes. It soon regulated itself when I realised the really exciting bits were all completely cut! How frustrating for a midlife crisis comme moi. It's a good job I have a great imagination isn't it? Our kids can keep singing their songs of innocence for a while longer. OO7's drill torture scene transported me back to Dirtbag's dental appointment. Ouch! I'm sure it's harder to watch than experience.

''How do I live?
 How do I breathe?
 When you're not here I'm suffocating.'' 

Sam Smith, take my advice and buy some Olbas Oil (cf. Distracted by decongestant 14/1/15).

Wonderfully, Mini-Me finds himself wearing a brand new, white PSG football kit and standing in the tunnel waiting to walk out onto the pitch with Inter Milan player number 33, Danilo D'Ambrossio.
''Mum, I said Hi to Mancini and he said Hi back!''
''Who is Mancini?'' I replied.
''MUM!''

I enjoyed sitting in the dazzling Millennium Falcon Al Sadd Stadium with its Spider camera zipping up and down. The WOOHOO from Blur's Song 2 blasted out when the only goal of the friendly match was scored by PSG. On my way to the toilet, I found a folded QR 50 note. Hmmm, another dilemma? Picking it up I thrust it into the hand of one of the yellow T.shirt wearing Spectator Services men and get a beaming smile in return. It's only when I embark on my subsequent bathroom trip that I notice the shiny Rolex resting comfortably on his wrist. The sad looking cleaner in the toilet block should have received my bounty.

We welcomed in the New Year with good friends, hosting the party at our house. Well, the lights were still in place from the birthday party so it was no trouble. Mum had sweetly sent me a message at midnight, 9 pm UK time. After everyone had left or gone to sleep, I stayed up until 3 am with a cup of tea and some Pringles. Looking up into the night sky I silently wished my family and friends from miles away a very happy year ahead.

My Blackberry has crumbled so I now possess Dirtbag's old iPhone 4s complete with its cracked back. Beware it may take me a while to navigate this new piece of technology and reconnect on What'sApp again. Do I have to glue it onto my palm straightaway?

Gazing somewhat enviously up at Orion I am amazed that his belt is not one notch looser after this festive season. He is most certainly a lucky constellation. On a cool, starry evening stroll with Romeo, I am treated to the biggest, brightest shooting star that I have ever seen in my entire life. It was so amazing and seemed to glow across the sky in slow motion just for me and my wishful thinking. If I tell you all my wishes I will have to mind-wipe you and that could hurt. So I won't.


Reading: Brixton Beach by Roma Tearne
Listening to: Music Complete, New Order's new album
Singing: Tutti Frutti by New Order
Editing: My novel. It is in four parts, including a prologue and epilogue.
I'm currently editing Part 4.

Keep on dancing and adventuring with me. Click on the link below. xx

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Songs of Innocence and Experience by William Blake

I don't want a lot for Christmas

I was very impressed by the recent school production of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Most of the student actors and actresses speak English as their second language. For them to learn such long, lyrical lines and deliver them so well was wonderful to see and hear. It was both ambitious and entertaining and I really enjoyed my trip to the theatre.

Our very own Dukhan Triathlon took place in glorious conditions after the strong winds of late had abated. Each competitor received a medal at the finish line. Many volunteers helped to make this a really successful event and the athletes enjoyed the course which included an open water sea swim. Dirtbag impressively completed the whole thing solo (Under 14's category, four days before she became 14), while Mini-Me did the bike leg in a winning Under 11's team.

Another opportunity presented itself where I was obliged to dress up yet again. It is indeed a wonderful life! This time, I was Connie Claus, Santa's jealous daughter. The occasion was a Murder Mystery game called Ho, Ho, Homicide. Father wanted me to marry Kris Krangle, but I had secretly wed Blinky, an elf I had fallen in love with. It was great fun sweating it out in a friend's sauna inducing Christmas jumper with my neon blue wig in place. My dodgy accent fluctuated between what I thought was French, Swedish, Norwegian, Turkish and Arabic. Despite being a jealous and cold character, I was not the murderess.

Lysander:    Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, 

                   Could ever hear by tale or history,

                   The course of true love never did run smooth;

I have been venturing out on the road bike to see how much faster I can go; tracking my speed and distance on the Garmin I bought for Romeo last Christmas with his money! (It's the thought that counts after all). The straps on my sports bra are thicker in all dimensions than the tyres on this bike, so it is with some trepidation I embark on my rides. On my most recent expedition I reach speeds of 35 km or so, cycling approximately 10 km out of the compound. I'm trying hard not to think the thought remembering the broken sail. Too late, it takes root somewhere.
I hope I don't get a puncture. 

Ping! Oh beep, beep, beeeeeep!!! The back tyre bursts on a tiny, sharp desert stone. Thank gravity it wasn't a bra strap! That would have really been something to worry about. I decide to enjoy the 5 km walk back in the cooler weather, singing and doing some more thinking.

Why doesn't Bradley Cooper invite me out for dinner? Why doesn't Jay Kay ask me round to dance with him? Why doesn't Simon Armitage phone me up and beseech me to collaborate with him on his next brilliant poem? Why don't any of these flatbed trucks trundling past offer me a lift? The police even pass me twice! I must look like a woman in control of her own destiny and not to be messed with, wearing Romeo's Maersk Oil desert challenge 2014 top. I'm approximately 1 km away from the compound when a small car with an OFFICIAL sign displayed on its back windscreen stops.
This charming man puts his window down and says in a dodgy American or Australian accent,
''Do you need a ride?''
I politely thank him for his offer, yet refuse this stranger's kindness. We both agree that I really should learn how to mend a puncture. Walking on, I reflect upon how difficult it would have been to refuse such an offer if it was from a friend of mine. Eventually, I get back to the house completing my duathlon. There is no medal for me at the front door finish line, just the satisfaction of survival.

My top 5 Christmas films waiting to be watched again this week are:

1. It's a Wonderful Life
2. Scrooged
3. Love Actually
4. Home Alone
5. The Snowman

'' So here it is Merry Christmas 

  Everybody's having fun, 

 Look to the future now 

It's only just begun.''

Thank you for your friendship, your encouragement and taking the time to read me. 

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy & Healthy 2016.

With Love from,

Susie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

All I Want For Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey (1994)

Merry Xmas Everybody by Slade (1973)

Blowin' in the Wind

November was a busy month with lots of fun stuff going on. We enjoyed having some friends from Scotland to stay with us for a couple of days whilst over here on business. It was great to see them thriving; being happy and successful in both work and their marriage. I breathed in this positivity deeply.

Lo and behold I did get to wear my dreadlocked, faux fur cap wig when I went along to an alternative version of the T.V game show, Family Fortunes. It was brilliantly hosted and there was a lot of laughter ricocheting around the makeshift studio.
Our survey says thanks a lot for that!

Humbly, I attended a Filipina birthday party on the public beach. I was the only Yorkshire pudding in a group of forty or so young men and women. Despite looking like Gulliver in Lilliput they welcomed me with wide open arms, kindly shared their food and invited me to join in the party games. It was a lovely, heart-warming experience.

On the 27th November, Romeo and I entered the 20th Annual Regatta, sailing the only catamaran in our category. It was the perfect day for sailing with really good winds to whizz us along. Our mainsail had the number 44 on it; I took this as a good sign having become that age five days earlier. We set sail with the whole fleet; 10 Lasers and another two-man crew in a Laser Stratos. The Regatta consisted of five, fairly fast races. I loved it, especially when we began surfing the waves at times. There was an extraordinary phenomenon which took us all by surprise and delight when hundreds of black cormorants flew across the horizon, then frenetically around us, swooping and diving into the sea to catch fish. When they continued on their migration I could clearly see them in the distance like a dancing Arabic script across the sky. I interpreted it as saying, Let there be peace in the Middle East, repeatedly over and over again, birds upon birds, writing the words. Will they be heard?

Another bizarre moment to report occurred when we were in the overall lead and enjoying the speed. I was admiring the sails and thought to myself, wouldn't it be terrible if they broke. At precisely that moment, the jib snapped off! Am I psychic or what?

We had to return to shore and replace the sail which caused Romeo a lot of unnecessary stress. To get the broken sail down he had to hook a ring from the top of the mast using a long metal pole attached to a medium sized sweeping brush. I was laughing my head off! Not very supportive I know, but this comedy sketch went on for a good ten minutes before the new jib was up and flapping.
We completed the course, won all the races against ourselves and received two mini fridges as prizes.

Not allowing tiredness to beat us we went straight from sailing to preparing the house for my annual DISCO! I couldn't borrow the giant, silver glitter ball I had last year as our lovely neighbours have gone home. Determined to create an authentic venue I did buy two multi-coloured flashing orbs and Romeo installed all the fairy lights in Qatar around the inside and outside of the house.

DJ Susie had carefully selected the music for the evening, starting off with a couple of Cd's early on, before her eclectic dance playlist blasted out at around 9 pm. Totally unprepared for the demands of my gorgeous Latina friends requesting Ricky Martin and Shakira, I had to give in and give them what they wanted to save a riot from breaking forth. With YouTube to the rescue, they were soon rhythmically banging and shaking their behinds beautifully. The lucky men at my disco were certainly in paradise for at least one night of their lives. I was enjoying watching everyone having fun, whilst dancing, despite missing some absent friends. Just as I wondered where one particular friend was she appeared right in front of me! What is going on here? I have to think very carefully from now on.

So I think about my marriage and the vows I promised. I google them and read them carefully to myself aloud. Sailing together is something Romeo and I both enjoy and it reminds me of our wedding song. Although Christy is a Hoyle relative, he unfortunately wasn't at our wedding. The Bogtrotters performed it while we sang the lyrics in the big marquee, damaging my father-in-law's garden for the foreseeable future. The deluxe portable toilets were admired by all.

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At last, the cooler weather has arrived; it's almost autumnal here now. Despite the current climate change, I awake one morning feeling much hotter than normal. Oh no! Is this IT mum? No! I don't want to go crazy. HELP ME!! Is it too late to have a sex change?

FRANKIE 
   SAYS
RELAX SUSIE

It's only the central air conditioning unit that has broken down again.

xx

Stereophonics Live in Qatar Nov 10

The title was secured onto my wrist, white letters on red plastic. Great, Let's go! I would have preferred to have dressed rock chick style in a black leather mini skirt, a revealing low cut, black vest, with a crucifix slung around my neck for effect, not a statement of faith this time. Possibly some black cowboy boots on my dancing feet? And what about a long brown dreadlocked wig upon my head, with a faux fur animal print cap attached to it (I do actually possess one, another kind gift from another lovely friend)? I really am my own worst enemy.

Unfortunately, the dress code on the ticket stated: Please respect the local rules and regulations. No headgear of any kind.

Instead, I ended up looking like a middle-aged wife and mother of two, in some long trousers and a huge hippy, flower power tent top (aka my 'lucky top' but that's a whole other gig). I decided to let my hair hang loose in keeping with my new Bohemian style but soon had to scrunch the mass of sun-bleached straw securely on top of my head. It was hot, humid and sweaty, still thirty degrees or so. We share the same sun, but it had already set here and was no longer sunny. However, I realised it was far too hot for crowd surfing and I didn't want to pass out.

Romeo managed to get away with wearing his shorts, it means nothing except that we were barred from the hotel pub! This wasn't a problem to me as we could pick a part that's new on the barrier separating the Fan Pit from our General one in the unseated outdoor arena. There was not much difference between these spaces apart from an extra QR 250. So we had the perfect position to sweat it out before the band came on at around 9.20 pm as they were unsupported.

I was just looking, absorbing the atmosphere and thinking c'est la vie when they appeared from a catacomb in the hotel behind them, taking their positions on the stage in a moment. Losing the plot completely, I squeezed the life out of Romeo's left arm whilst sort of scream shouting as they kicked off with a song from their new album called I Wanna Get Lost With You.

They are certainly not a chatty bunch but let their music do the talking. The drummer is without a doubt the most animated band member. With this in mind, I can't help giving the guys some nicknames. So from left to right of the local boy(s) in the photograph we have: Smiley, Cocky, Animal (from The Muppet Show) and Mr. Melancholy. Hope they don't mind?

I was mesmerised from beginning to end, especially with Kelly Jones' skinny, throbbing left leg snug in some black jeans. I wanted to jump up onto the stage and hang onto his other ankle whilst be blown into further oblivion by his guitar playing and amazing voice. Whatever would Security and Romeo do with me then?

The next day Kelly tweeted 'Doha Rocked last night' and of course, he was right, we did! I was high air punching with both fists, water bottle secured between my breasts whilst jumping up and down like Zebedee (from The Magic Roundabout) for an hour and a half. Except, of course, when I swayed along in an ecstatic trance to Mr.Writer and Graffiti on the Train. I almost cried when the whole audience sang the chorus of Maybe Tomorrow a few times over, getting louder as Mr. Melancholy commanded us to. I sang my heart and soul out super loud to every song. The band were brilliant in an unassuming, yet perfectionist way. So I have total respect for them putting on a great performance without any cocktails. I would definitely see them again and wished they could have stayed more than a minute longer after the encore.

There was no sign of Superman soaring in the few clouds above us only an aeroplane or two. I'm sure I heard the red dragon on a large Welsh flag fire-breathe, fight or flight? An open bottle of water did come flying overhead showering us with some tiny, cooling droplets. Had Mr. and Mrs. Smith already checked into the Sheraton that night? Were the bartender and the thief snogging behind a thousand palm trees? For goodness sake Jones, hurry up and wait. Just e-mail or phone Dakota and communicate with her, it's not that difficult!
Can I remember what an Indian summer feels like having spent almost half a decade in the sun? Once again, louder, ''So maybe tomorrow I'll find my way home.''

Stumbling and smiling she crawls into bed. Of course she takes her clothes off, they were far too sweaty to sleep in. Waking up the next day at ridiculous o'clock as usual, my first thought is yesterday, tomorrow, today? When the family had gone to school I sneaked back into bed, sleeping until 10 am. Ssh, don't tell anyone but being an extremely enthusiastic, ecstatic hippy, rock chick is very tiring.
What a fantastic gift from Romeo.

This time, my lucky top didn't allow me to meet the charming band in the hotel foyer after the gig (Morten, Magne and Pal of a-ha in Sheffield 2010 mit meiner Freundin) but mercifully it did keep us safe from harm, gunshots, and death.

Mon coeur est brisé. My heart is broken. Ma famille à Paris sont sûrs heureusement. 
My family in Paris are safe, thankfully. Je suis désolé. I'm sorry. Ce n'est pas la vie.
This is not the life. Je pleure, Je prie, Je l'espère. I weep, I pray, I hope.
La peur, non, jamais! Fear, no, never! Ensemble nous sommes plus forts.

Together we are stronger.

Avec tout mon amour,
Susie xx



PS Did you spot the 26 song titles and two album references in my review? Have a nice day.

The Unforgettable Fire

I saw him smiling at me from behind the towels in the cupboard. Had I forgotten he was there? The reality of what I had to do with him began to grow in my mind over the following days. The bonfire would be blazing, I could secretly shove him into the other cupboard we were going to burn. No-one else needed to know my plot. I thought it would be better for both of us. But would he prefer to be thrown back out into the desert where I first found him? He can't or won't talk to me anymore. The bigger cupboard has silenced him. I'm sorry about that.
This time, I can't stop myself from giving him a hug and a kiss before I say goodbye.

The darkness begins to descend and so the fire burns: the wood, the creepy Guy, some broken furniture. The cupboard is thrown on after serving its purpose as a table for some food. I watch it catch fire quickly and marvel at how hot it gets, hoping it's not hurting him too much.

Passing another table (not to burn), I see him still smiling up at me from a black bin bag. How can this be? Is he the Harry Houdini of the toy clown world? This makes it hard for me now. Some kind soul had obviously found him again just as I was about to lose him. Maybe he needed rescuing again? I have to act fast, so I grab him firmly by the hand, walk purposefully over to the blaze and chuck him in. He appears to do a few flamboyant somersaults before entering the flames.

The night continued with some music and singing. Constellations were clear up above and as I saw one bright, shooting star I was sure I heard him gently singing The Unforgettable Fire by U2. Or did I just wish for that?



Pause today to remember.

They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old;
age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun
and in the morning, we will remember them.

We will remember them.

From the poem For The Fallen
by Robert Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

Progressing with thawed words in a flawed world

Taking matters into my own hands and giving myself a very firm kick up the thankfully now defrosted butt, I purchase The Writers' & Artists' Yearbook 2016 as recommended by Penguin publishers. It's got all the answers and advice I really need to continue pursuing my dream. However, imagine reading the Yellow Pages on a Kindle and that's the initial frustration I had fast forwarding through the first 13% of contact details for newspapers and magazines in the whole of the UK. Phew! Eventually, I made it to Books, How to get published. Please tell me everything, my flicking finger is fatigued.

Reading voraciously like a desperate, knowledge craving mad woman, I try to absorb all the things that need to be done. The main thing being to write a good story then edit, review, revise, and edit it. Don't give up Susie you can do this. Keep persevering.

I have had fun attempting to write a brief summary and longer synopsis of the novel (brief being the hard bit for me). It's really helped to clarify what my story is about, what genre it is and the audience I am targeting. Further research tells me that as a first-time author I should try to identify an agent who will work on both our behalfs. This is really going to challenge my integrity as the literary world, just like most of the world, revolves around making money. Greed is one of the key themes in my novel. Yikes, I just told you some Top Secret information. Erase and rewind.
Anyway, some small steps of progress are being made. Thanks for the encouragement.
Susie, keep reading, writing, singing and dancing.

Mum and Dad have been here again on one of their biannual visits.Time always whizzes by so fast. They came armed with all sorts of stuff: Yorkshire tea bags, a new top and swimsuit for me, salad cream and perfectly painted school Honours Boards for Romeo, sweets, protective phone cover and iTunes voucher for Kid A, sweets and a new watch for kid b, birthday and Christmas gifts for us in advance. Did they bring any clothes with them apart from the ones on their backs?

For two weeks every day I received at least two super strengthening hugs from dad, kisses and constant fun chats with mum, including free marriage guidance counselling sessions (she is well qualified after 47 years of wedded bliss?!). I also got a fairly explicit summary of whichever novel she had just read. Most seem to be pensioners erotic fiction from what I surmise! Given a chance, I would like to take The French Gardener to bed with me but mum has whisked him back to Yorkshire. Quelle dommage.

Knowing full well that I would be stared at by everyone as I set off to meet Mini-Me from a football tournament one Saturday, I dressed accordingly in a white T.shirt with the bold, black plea WORLD PEACE printed on it. My shorts were respectfully below the knee, rucksack on back, sunhat and sunglasses in place. Copious amounts of deodorant were clogging both armpits yet failed to stem the flow of sweat from pouring forth.

It took twenty minutes to get to the school pushing two bikes, one in each hand, balancing a bag and cycling helmet on each set of handlebars. Not wanting to take over the whole right-hand lane of the road I pushed one bike on top of the pavement going up and down the dips. Sing-songing a cheery hello to all the gardeners staring, smiling and laughing at me, I felt slightly frustrated that I couldn't wave as well.

Romeo had taken dirtbag to training so my only other option was to phone a friend. I'm very determined and strong-willed remember. We began cycling down to a beach club party a few minutes after Mini-Me had disembarked from the football bus. Feeling very much like the mule in Buckaroo, when would I kick my back wheel in the air, fling all the bags, water bottles, football, birthday gift and swim stuff  into the air and call it a day?

You will be pleased to know that the fire engine is back in business. It's like driving a tank compared to that nippy Mitsubishi. It looks so much better after being hosed down on the outside too.
Dirtbag flew off to Dubai for a few hours with her friends from Doha Athletics to run the 800m in a competition. I left her in good hands at the airport wishing her all the luck in the world. As there weren't enough girls in her age bracket (U15) she ran in the under 17's, coming third out of ten girls. Letting her go was both weird and wonderful. Of course, I thought about her all day long and especially when she ran her race. Well done Supergirl!

Mini-Me and I enjoyed watching Hoodwinked (2005) together. We both loved it. Red and I should swap places, She wants to leave the woods and have adventures. I want to return to them and cycle merrily around. The Happily Ever After Agency in the film sounds alluring to me but life's not a fairytale is it?
It can be full of joy, peace, contentment and hope, though.

Keep looking for adventures and seeking surprises in the everyday ordinary things around you.
Open your eyes. Or do you prefer to stay blind?

All is going well with the childminding. Three siblings appear every afternoon at various times for snacks, homework club and rest. I'm trying to strike a healthy balance between Mary Poppins and Nanny McPhee without using any magical powers. Fortunately, they are well behaved.
Sadly, The Famous Five had to go back to the library and now we have the scintillating Go Ahead, Secret Seven to devour. Imagine my delight when I discover that chapter one is entitled 'Susie is most annoying.'

''Enid Blyton why don't you tell it like it is? Why don't you tell it like it really is?.....''
(sung to the tune of Mr.Writer by the Stereophonics.)

Thanks for continuing to read my blog, it means a lot to me. The overview states that I had 263 page views last month. I'm sure my eleven faithful followers won't read it more than once and I don't track my own page views. Would it be blasphemous to recruit a twelfth follower?

With Love xx



Erase/Rewind by The Cardigans (1999)

Kid A album by Radiohead (2000)

Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol (2007) from their album Eyes Open (2006).

Fasten your seatbelts and enjoy the ride.
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