Rockits Choral started today and bloody blimey, it was very well attended! I find it so lovely that all those Rockits and Ramblers want to actually LEARN about music. Music is a language and sometimes it takes a little while for it to sink in – but they will all eventually get the swing of it. They did incredibly well today, despite the fact that once I start talking, I never stop and their brains may have been exploding. Written music is so lovely, not only because of what it represents, but it’s just so nice to look at – I suppose in the same way, certain scripts like Chinese may be nice to look at. Maybe that’s just me! I have some pale pink pillowcases with music on them – quite naff, but there’s a childish bit of me that loves them. Speaking of bedding…I am SO excited as I have new brushed-cotton, candy-floss-pink bedding for tonight. Brushed cotton reminds me of being a kid. I don’t want Egyptian cotton! I want Wynciette. I may start a campaign to bring it back into fashion. I can hardly wait to go to bed! This is one of the many perks of sleeping alone. You can also binge-watch, ‘This is us’ for an entire night, eat melon at 3am, spread yourself out like you are doing a snow angel, have as many hot water bottles as you like, look at funny dogs on Youtube, watch video’s of my Amigos over and over and over and not worry a jot about snoring. I am a terrible snorer. A bedroom is YOUR place to be…it’s not a showroom. Whatever makes you feel happy and comfortable should be inside it.
I’ve got SO rubbish at looking after myself. I wear big, massive knickers that have gone an odd colour in the wash. I used to pride myself on very lovely, ridiculously expensive, matching underwear, but after I took a battering from the cancer and a couple of hideous relationships, that all changed. I put on LOTS of weight, lost through surgery parts of myself that had previously made me feel feminine and I immersed myself in the choirs and far too many midnight feasts. However, I am tackling my weight, I’m being rebuilt this spring, I’m having my teeth resurrected (meds also gave them a battering) and I intend to be back by the summer. Dog walking is already on the agenda three times a day. Haha – Martha has a new slightly large coat. Her little stubby legs just poke out from the bottom – she looks like a red hovercraft floating along the high street. This makes me laugh! Sadly, not sure Martha will be able to stay with me due to my VERY annoying allergies (they have tainted my entire life). I’m rather attached to her already because she is the sweetest little thing, bright and so well behaved, without a single bad bone in her body. I’ve grown accustomed to her face – her smiles, her frowns, her ups, her downs, are second nature to me now, like breathing out and in… haha. No, that’s my mind wandering back to a song from My Fair Lady. Oops. Looking forward to that one in the autumn.
CP and I have invented a cocktail!!! I’m not sure anyone else other than CP could drink it; he’s had a lifetime of drinking sickly, sweet things, like liquid marzipan and tins of evaporated milk. Really. So, after Christmas, we were rummaging in his kitchen and found some Advocaat, some cherry soda and some cherry syrup-shots for coffee (the Dragons Den won’t know what’s hit them when we arrive), so we whizzed it all up and it started to bubble and pop, like the weirdest experiment you ever did in the school science lab and then layers began to form! We have invented, the Bloody Merry Christmas! It’s a hideous looking purple and green frothy mess, but CP loves it, haha. It’s too sickly for me, which is saying something. I must also mention here that CP does intentionally always look funny in his photos. Inside, we are still only about twelve and it amuses us.
I am eager to get on with the events this year – especially Grease! There are some really good songs in the show, plus I will merge others with them that should have been in it haha. We did today’s song four years ago, ‘you don’t own me.’ I will put it in again this year… great fun! I love ‘worse things,’ from Grease too. I always imagine a drunken Bridget Jones singing ‘worse things,’ while upset and very drunk – wearing her big knickers just like mine.