Come in, come in – gather yourself and your tambourine around the fire, and please don’t sneeze at the incense I’m burning – it all adds to the atmosphere, along with the plinky-plunky music, because, you see, I’ve turned into a hippie. Apparently!
It’s been quite the revelation. Of course, it was
largely Vince’s fault for buying me a beautiful tye-dye-patchwork hippie top likely my own fault, since I decided to go vegetarian and have become increasingly more ‘crunchy’ ever since, now to the point of cutting out cow-products (I promise, though, that’s only to try to get this dadblasted eczema under control, since ‘cow’ stuff used to be a trigger for it when I was a kid…and at this stage I’ll try anything!)
Anyway. Whatevs. I’m a hippie now, albeit very much the ‘bring your own patchouli’ kind. This epiphany hit me while I was in the middle of Sainsbury’s. I’d popped in for another carton of soya milk and some dental floss and (you know how these things escalate) before I knew it, I had some Earl Grey and a carton of tofu in my basket (because apparently it’s a good source of protein and doesn’t taste horrendous and I should try it before I decide I don;t like it *sigh*) and was standing in front of the whole-foods, trying to find chia seeds, because apparently they’re a super-food and contain all sorts of proteins and aminos acids and important vitamins, as well as being a versatile ingredient in everything.
In THIS hair, and THAT top. And a necklace filled with coloured beads. And rainbow canvas sneakers. Ohboy!
When I got home and complained about being a hippie and probably secretly being native of Brighton (where all the hippies live) I asked Vince what else made me a hippie, and aside from the almost-veganism, there’s the allotment, baggy jeans, sparkly phone-case and the fact that I’m love-centric and want the world to be a better place. And the fact that I’m barking mad. And apparently my whole family are kind of hippie-ish…
Fortunately common-sense kicked in before I took off my shoes and started planting alfalfa, and I asserted that I would be having fish and chips for tea (definitely not veggie) and was off out to play a team game first (netball night again – my team were 5 goals down for most of the game and we equalised in the last five minutes due to some very determined play), where I got scratched down my arm and bled for the remainder of the game, and may or may not have wiped some of it on the perpetrator of said scratch.
[She of the long nails was oddly TOTALLY fine about being anointed with my blood, grinned her goodbye at the end and told me “Thanks for the blood-brothers” – I have odd and rather wonderful friends. She’s invited me to a princess party next month!]
Now I’m wrapped in my (stolen (not by me)) British Airways blanket, waiting for the kettle to boil so Vince can make us both some tea. The fact that I alerted him to the fact that I wanted something by batting my eyelids and making
sweet annoying little chirrupy whimper whiney noises. He found himself utterly unequal to the size of eye-roll he wanted to perform, and found that he had to physically psyche himself up in order to sigh hard enough in a display of I-don’t-want-to-but-I’m-doing-this-for-YOU-ness to truly convey his meaning. But he did bring me tea.
Onwards, then, to my TEN*.
THREE – I’ve laughed SO MUCH this week with Vince. He said it’s like having the old me back – the one he used to know at 16 – the utterly bonkers, full of beans, riot-of-a-person, and as much as he’s enjoying seeing her again, I’m so very enjoying being her again.
FIVE – I learned today that a stuffed-toy leopard I won at a zoo tombola when Neff was about four, is his favourite toy, which he snuggles for comfort and takes places with him (like the hospital (see below)) and hangs onto to keep the world in the right. He knows that I won it for him at the zoo, and apparently he takes time to introduce the leopard to strangers and tell them its history and how much he loves it. SO CUTE!
ONE – There have been a couple of pretty bad ‘down’ days but they haven’t lasted, and my friends have rallied around me.
NINE – I got an absolutely stunningly GORGEOUS necklace in the package, thanks to the utterly delightful Mama Mick Terry, who somehow knew absolutely THEE prefect thing.
TWO – There was an hour-long ‘waiting for dinner to cook’ kitchen dance-party, which left Vince and I both breathless and in fits of laughter as we indulged in more Erasure than I ever thought possible, but loved every second, and danced LOTS!
SEVEN – An unexpected chance to have a longish chat with Sis, and catch up on how she’s doing. (Sub-thing – SO SO THANKFUL that Neff’s fingers weren’t broken in an accidental playground collision – after x-rays, even the doctors were surprised by how much swelling there was, but the brave little chap wore an elevation sling to school today and his fingers are apparently vastly improved))
TEN – That poetry seems to have helped me get through and move on from what would probably have been a rebound relationship, had I had the chance. As it happened, poetry was much safer and I do NOT feel like the world’s biggest fool for having gone and done it.
SIX – It’s BlogU this weekend, and though there was no way in a million years I could go, I’ve been plotting and planning with the most excellent Jessica D’Pirate, and now we have a Glittership, of which she is commodore, and I am rear admiral (just because)…wait and see what havoc is wrought…
EIGHT – I had a good few minutes of speechless, stunned astonishment when I saw that my friend and fellow poet, Jesi, had written and dedicated a poem to me. I kept returning to it to see if it was really real. It’s really real, so go gentle with it 🙂
FOUR – Sleep. An Epic (it deserves the capitalisation – wait for it….) FOUR HOUR nap on Thursday evening, which I can only conclude I must have really needed, left me awake enough later to begin Andra Watkins’ book ‘Not Without My Father‘. It grabbed me pretty quickly and before I knew it, I was in a ‘sleep vs one-more-chapter’ quandry. Needless to say the book won until sleep took over forcibly.
And finally, with a day full of exercise, good food, wonderful friends, hilarious moments, beautiful songs sung to me through WhatsApp, and a weekend full of sunshine to look forward to, I ALMOST bid you farewell, and linketh thou thy own…but wait. Because even amidst all the happiness of our own lives, often the people we love are really, really struggling. If you notice a person like this, please do what you can to help and support them, even if it’s just to let them know that you’re there when they need you, and that you’ll let them get on with whatever – it counts. It helps. You got in touch and weren’t scared off by whatever Big Bad they’re struggling against.
Keep your eyes peeled.
*In no particular order, geddit?
You get three votes – click the hearts