I'm back. Having had a couple of months of non stop "stuff" to contend with and of course enjoy too, I was starting to feel bad that I hadn't dedicated more time to post a ditty or two. It wasn't until I thought to myself, "oh my god this would make amusing reading" the other day while gazing with amazement at an 80 year old woman dressed as Shirley Temple that I realised that I really miss getting this stuff down. It wasn't a conscious decision to stop writing, more life getting in the way and a certain lack of get up and go after working and playing. But the main thing is I am back and I intend fully to get back to some sort of writing routine.
Work seems to have drained me of late of any "spark". My gym attendance has been appalling, my social life seems to have taken a turn for the worse and all I seem to want to do is sit watching cookery programmes from underneath my bright pink chenille blanket. I blame the fact that I am getting old (I am the grand age of 33 now) and that the UK hasn't had any summer to speak of this year. Without the sun, I feel stunted like a flower in a pot that's too small for it and a bag over it's head. However for some reason today I am feeling a bit more perky! A bit more back to my old self and a little bit bonkers. I am putting this down to two things: 1) my increased iron intake thanks to my new multivitamins with added iron and 2) that everyone around me is also seeming a little perkier too. It certainly isn't down to a sudden heatwave or that the sun has entered the earths atmosphere and made a home at the end of my garden. Nope, nothing like that, that would be too much like a good thing. I reckon it's all down to the iron and the sudden increase in perky people. Don't underestimate the effect that unperky surroundings can have on a person. Lacking perk is all around us. Drab wallpaper, concrete, dull and unhappy looking "neds" sitting outside Greggs eating their beef and onion slices(yep I am still banging on about the type of person that frequents a Greggs). It all makes for a feeling of "ergggghhhhh". That is to say the feeling that you just want to lock yourself away from it and eat instant mash. Of course instead my reaction should have been "Thank fuck I'm not that drab" but I blame the lack of iron on me going the other way.
Anyway enough of that. I have emerged from the other side, I am now zesty and perky and raring to go. I have removed the shackles of the tv (although I have still sky +'d The Great British Bake Off and lovely Lorraine Pascale with her easy and tasty recipes) and tossed aside my cosy bright pink chenille blanket. I must say today's outfit doesn't quite match this zest. Leggings, an over sized plaid shirt and plimsolls isn't really what you would describe as the uniform of a person that is embracing life but as soon as that pile of ironing is done, I will have the options available again to zest it up and maybe add a pastel eyeshadow into the bargain. Ironing therefore is tonight's activity, after I have got my butt moving at aerobics. I might iron to the sounds of "Eye of the Tiger" and "Final Countdown" just to further embed the feeling of empowerment and control over my own existence. It's funny how ones own body and lack of an essential nutrient can totally do you in. Let this be a warning to you my dears. Take your vitamins and eat your greens.
Yep hi ho hi ho, it's off to the gym I go....come on Dilly do your worst! I will be exhausted and dragging my carcass around like a lame deer to the tunes of Ke$ha but by golly I will give it all I have and some. This time next month I would have shedded the small amount of poundage I gained while under my blanket and be embarking upon a quest. To learn how to dance!
You may mock but when I was little I used to do ballet, tap, modern, street and character dancing. As well as brownies and play guitar. The guitar now sits in my living room as living testament to the fact that I can't play a single thing and have the musical prowess of a deaf and slightly uncoordinated newt. The Brownies however is still a lovely fond memory. But the dancing bit. That's the bit that I wish I had taken seriously and continued. I wasn't great but I wasn't totally crap either and I reckon I could do a salsa justice. At the weekend I had the pleasure of going to the Twinwood Festival in Bedfordshire. It is a vintage festival, full of big band music, swing dancing and ladies with gorgeous curled hair and nipped in waists. Not having ever "swung" before I didn't attempt to embarrass myself on the dance floors. Which left me a little annoyed with myself. Why hadn't I at least given it a bash or did a bit of research before hand and prepared a little routine? Therefore my quest for the next 12 months is to learn 3 dances, Lindy Hop, Waltz and Charleston. Both will come in handy at this festival next year, where I will be for the full 3 days and I will be sooo busting the moves that my dance card will be full for the whole duration. Next stop....yellow pages for teachers who can teach a total tit like me to dance.
This is moi at Twinwood....not dancing!
This could all turn slightly embarrassing.....watch this space.
Ttfn xxx
