I think this is the first time EVER that I’ve been so late arriving to the TToT. But yaknow what, this post is going to be SO FULL OF GLORIOUSLY HAPPY HAPPINESS that you’re not even going to mind. *I* don’t mind, even!Soooooo close to the beginning of the week, it was all tough and difficult and I had a horrid weekend and went all quiet and sulky cos reasons, but then Monday happened and I went back to work and got stuck into doing my job and making sure I was professional yadda yadda yadda, and then in the evening, after a suitably punchy round of boxing, Husby and I went shopping.
He grabbed the shopping bags, as ever, and off we went, wandering around the store with the bags tucked in the kiddie seat of the trolley. Now, dear readers, I interrupt this story to inform you that the bags had been in our larder (pantry) for the weekend. Shut in. Where they live. And that Husby had been mostly away. We shopped. We got to the checkout and put the shopping on the conveyer belt, and standing there, I suddenly saw a MOVEMENT from the corner of my eye. I turned, and THERE WAS OUR SPIDER CLIMBING OUT OF THE BAGS! Full on panic/anxiety/hilarity ensued.
I scooped the spider into my hands whilst hissing (through giggles (try it – it’s harder than you think)) “WE BROUGHT THE SPIDER SHOPPING! YOU DIDN’T SHUT HER AWAY PROPERLY” at Husby. We had a swift-but-quiet fight about him and responsibility and the lid of her tank, and people started to pay attention. I laughed lightly and explained we were having some ‘escaped pet trouble’, and the guy standing behind me looked so interested I peeped my hands open to show him.
He immediately backed off, clearly worried.
Then people noticed her. Poor, maligned Spidey-Girl…we were shrieked at, laughed at, given funny looks, and the entire shop was in uproar and everyone’s evening descended into a fracas which had been sparked by the (relatively) Itsy Bitsy (Sneaksy) Spidey I held in my hands.
We left as quickly as we could. She sat in my lap as I drove home (Husby wouldn’t hold her “In case she bites me and I drop her”) and she sulked, with her legs drawn up over her head, until we got out of the car and she perked up and got all cocky about having gotten out, and stood up on her tippy toes and looked all pleased with herself. I told her she was a very bold spider, and SHUT HER LID PROPERLY. Then told Husby I only wasn’t mad at him cos it was toooooo funny.
I was ever-so thankful that she was HOME, that she was SAFE, and that we hadn’t SQUASHED HER WITH SHOPPING!
The week went well, and relatively smoothly, thanks in large part to long chats with some of my most wonderful friends, who know all the things there is to know of me, and who support me in spite of the way I cycle round with silliness, the way I get tied up in mental knots, and the way I sometimes just can’t be told. My especial thanks to Hasty, Beth, Samara and Mandi, all of whom were instrumental in propping me up until I was able to continue with a vaguely rational frame of mind,
My PARTICULARLY happysparklyglowy thanks to Kristi, who sent me a gorgeous card, which cheered me up just beautifully; to Hasty for writing a deliciously wonderful poem for me, and to my incredibly wonderful friend from netball, who invited me round for wine and pizza after the game (which is why I wasn’t here, peeps – it took me about 2.3 seconds to decide to GO OUT AND LIVE. So I did. And I loved it).
Then on SATURDAY (see how my Thankfuls are BANG up to date?) I went and got my hair did, which was LOVELY and I had a beautiful chat, as ever, with my hairdresser girl, who is just SWEET, and awesome fun, and she did me proud. While I was waiting for bleach to bleach and then dye to dye, I began reading the book which Mandi sent me for Christmas, and it’s rather delightful and I’m loving it so far (also loving that it still had glitter between its pages). Then I popped in on my Grandad to say hello and chat for a while and show him my new hair and catch up.
After that I popped to the shops, briefly saw Niece and Neff in the queue at the store, whilst I was buying apples, so got some additional hugs and schnoogles with them. Then I had some card-shopping to do, found some perfect pieces, and decided that rather than buy them, take them home and then probably not write them for ages, I would STOP, and go to a CAFE and sit down with a HOT DRINK and WRITE.
So I did. Because I could.
And it was LOVERLY.
I had a Hug-in-a-mug (my pet name for a milk steamer with a shot of hazelnut syrup – a total kiddie drink but I love it) and a toasted teacake, and I sat at a table and read more of my book, then as I started writing, a teacher friend showed up out of the blue, seeking sanctuary from distraction, so she shared my table and did her grading while I wrote letters, and we wiled away an hour or more in companionable silence, breaking off from our activities to giggle at the shocking things her students had said in their French exams.
Then I posted my letters (no queue, either) and returned home to find that my day SUDDENLY GOT A MILLION TIMES BETH-ER – there was a gorgeous, book-shaped package on the sofa, and I opened it, absolutely BREATHLESS with delight and YES! It was – my very own, autographed (and lovingly inscribed) copy of Order of Seven. I immediately rifled through the pages, smelled the new-ink smell, marvelled at my BlogWife’s name in ACTUAL REAL PRINT IN MY HANDS, and smoothed the glossy, gorgeous cover. Then I took photos of me with it because I was smileyhappysilly about it.
I also got to listen to the anthem which Mandi sent me, and which I’m going to try to take to heart. Can’t begin to tell you how deeply music speaks to me, and this is wonderful and a very determined song. I’ll try. Can’t guarantee it, but it’s aspirational, which is brilliant. Then this evening, after all that, I went out to a colleague’s wedding reception, where there was good company and giggles and pick’n’mix and music. And I got to wear gorgeous shoes.
(Oh, and you should definitely buy Order of Seven – click here to do just that)