Well, it’s not the actual year end, it’s my blogging year end. I have bored you all with another twelve months of my ramblings. Thank goodness things are changing, I’m virtually out of fresh things to say! Trying to find stuff to write about when every day felt like Groundhog Day, has been tough and I’m sure makes for dull reading, but hey ho, it’s a year that we all shared and experienced. I’ve worked lots, helped with our brood, dealt with unwanted drama, cooked, shopped online, dieted and slept. Rinse. Repeat. I am going to try and sum up this very strange year – I do talk about all manner of things in my blog, because I don’t care if anyone sees my underbelly (not a pretty sight!) and sometimes putting thoughts in writing is cathartic – important though, it’s all here as it’s my family’s history. Peeking into the last 12 months blog isn’t always jolly and somewhat repetitive, as a result of being stuck at home for so long. However, I gained SO much! A beautiful grandson, a boob, weight, an award from Amazon for being their best ever customer in the entire world, new friends, a sewing machine, a hairless cat (soon), conquered Sibelius (not hard, but I had put it off for years), made brilliant videos for the choirs and somehow, we still managed to raise lots of money for charities with online campaigns and an outdoor viewing of our mini movie, Grease. I thankfully lost a daughter in law (rotten fruit falls by itself and perishes) and my tummy, so all things considered, that’s ok.
Something in me believes that my life is about to make another turn – goodness, I hope it’s good, but who knows…whatever it is, I’ll keep on humming while I clatter away on my keyboards. This seems a perfect place to end this years blog, as we are about to return to evening choir rehearsals (al fresco) for the first time in a year! This is for the Rockits and Hearties. Can’t wait! Oh dear, though, I have this new found problem! Historically, I have NEVER been a crier. Through my life I have very rarely cried, other than a few times when in sheer despair or anger. Films never made me cry, neither did emotional outpourings, funerals, weddings, divorces etc. I thought I had some kind of wall around me. However, a couple of years ago, I started to notice that simple things really touched me – just random acts of kindness, a beautiful song, or watching my little ones. I was with Amigo II at swimming the other week and I watched him paddling towards me in his little shark swimsuit with a huge smile on his face (this was before he caused all the chaos) and before I knew it, I had tears in my eyes! WHAT??!! My dad has lots of criers on his side of the family (especially the Whites), it comes with age, along with massive ears and deafness. I have inherited all these embarrassing things. The problem, is going to be the choirs and Beth’s wedding next year. It’s like my tough outer shell has somehow become porous! What will I be like when I am 70? How will I cope with a return to singing and all the lovely harmonies that somehow get right inside me, or to see my littlest one in her wedding dress! Hhhmmm…sunglasses!
For me, 2020 brought some incomprehensible moments. A rollercoaster I didn’t want to ride, that still makes me feel ill if I even think of it. Thank you for your support, generosity, patience and general nuttiness over the last year, it honestly kept me going. I have grown even fonder of you lovely lot and seen friendship at it’s very, very best. Together, we have enriched our local community and looked out for each other through these hard months. Here’s to us…here’s to familiar places and friendly faces, days in the sun and nights out singing in the pub. “Here’s to the rebels, the ripples from pebbles…here’s to the fools who dream.” Can’t wait to see you soon at a garden near you! Love, love, love xxx