Miserable Crow

Can I just apologise? I know I haven’t said anything yet but I find it saves time. The photo is my nose. My piggin’ nose. The nose it is a block-ed. The eyes they are a-running. The throat it is a-killing. I have a cold and it makes me a miserable crow. I hate having a cold. I hate being ill. I suppose no one likes being ill (although thinking about the way some people carry on when they are ill – I suspect they secretly enjoy it) See. There I am, being horrible. Get used to it. There may be a lot of it in this blob er.. blog.

I’m just annoyed that’s all. I had such plans for the weekend. Kids are off at youth camp. HOH at work. I get two days to myself to do housework and potter about. I had a lovely blog in my head about something God had shown me in the Bible. Do a bit of baking. Maybe meander off to church this evening. Pah! Yesterday I barely had enough energy to mope about and today, when left to my own devices I fell asleep. Rubbish! And to make matters worse. Tomorrow is Bank Holiday. HOH has the day off from the hospital. He never gets Bank Holidays. Never! He has tomorrow. The kids are away, we have the day to ourselves and I AM ILL. (‘scuse capitals) 

And to make matters even worse I have been on the Twitter account of one of those women who are Super Christians  You know the sort. They are making every second count for the Kingdom. They are permanently productive. Never tired. Full time ministry, kids, husband not an ounce of fat on her. Bet she doesn’t fall asleep for a whole afternoon.

And to make matters even more worse (I know, I know) I am not at Greenbelt again and all Christianity seems to be there and it looks dead interesting – if a little muddy – and last year we talked about going and we haven’t and it’s making me annoyed.

And, as if I haven’t suffered enough, I intended to do some writing this weekend and I tried a bit but it was rubbish so I stopped. 

Anyway, before you all run from the room screaming. I finished reading One Thousand Gifts by Anne Voskamp this week. To be totally honest, I enjoyed the concept more than the book really and I thought that before I started being horrible. She is so lovely and thoughtful and gracious and I struggled to get on her wavelength, which is entirely my fault, I am sure. Part of the idea of the book is that you start to notice everyday blessings in your life and so develop a natural culture of gratitude. I flung another sodden tissue to the ground and decided to give it a go. After 15 minutes, I had come up with two and one of those was, “I suppose I’m not dead yet” so it didn’t go too well initially. So, I had a brew and some chocolate. (Kate. Can I just say your cold cure “A Mars Bar and hot coffee” does not work at all. Haven’t had a Mars Bar in years. More comforting than a Lem-Sip though, I can tell you) I tried again and did better. I am nowhere near the thousand mark but thought I would share a couple.

First gratitude point. Watched Parade’s End. Of course, was in no way influenced by the presence of Mr Cumberbatch. I was very taken by it though. First thing is how much beauty was on show. The houses, the landscapes, Rebecca Hall was wonderful and stole every scene she was in. Adelaide Clemens as Valentine was, quite simply, luminous.   There was more comedy than I expected. The scene on the golf course was great and Roger Allam’s Colonel, who at one point got out of a car in full military regalia for no reason at all as far as I could see, was brilliant.

The language is as dense as fog and I needed to pay attention. Sometimes I wasn’t entirely sure what was going on (No idea why Anne-Marie Duff was snogging The Cumberbatch’s companion twenty seconds after meeting him for instance) I do have a feeling though that it will be ever so slightly wonderful.

Second gratitude point. Fruit of Womb Two got the results she needed for sixth form. Probably wrong to boast but she did very well indeed. As you can see – her brother is thrilled for her. They are very close.

Despite all evidence to the contrary, I am not an idiot and I do know that I have a lot to be thankful for. If you can find it in your heart to come back again next time when normal service should have been resumed, I will be eternally grateful. 



  1. August 26, 2012 / 8:15 pm

    :0D Thank you!

    Hope you feel better enough tomorrow to enjoy the Bank Holiday – still, whatever, look on the bright side; if His Nibs is home he can bring you breakfast in bed: croissants are great with Lemsip and whisky xx

  2. August 27, 2012 / 2:36 pm

    I hope you're feeling much better today Lesley, Bank Holiday and all that. No idea what they're supposed to be for nowadays, do you? Let's face it they no longer keep ledgers, people don't have to go to the bank to get money out, if they have any that is. When I went to my bank in Plympton this week the counter staff were shocked that they had some customers, sorry more than one in the branch at the same time I mean. The economy's down the ……. erm Swannee or so we're told. Yet everything stops to give the bankers a holiday that few would think they deserve?

    Still a long weekend's as welcome now as it was when it meant something so who am I to complain? Are you feeling any better yet?

    There's nothing wrong with sleeping the odd afternoon away, you obviously needed it and I'm reliably informed [movies, books, Grandmother's homilies] that Chicken Soup works wonders, a bit like a Double Diamond.

    Take care, off to watch Caroline Herring at Shrewsbury Folk Festival Live Stream!

  3. August 29, 2012 / 8:52 pm

    Here's something you can be grateful for: You have a God-given talent for expressing yourself beautifully and making people want to read what you write! Hurray for FoWII! Clever girl clearly takes after her mother. Bro needs a clip round the lug-hole. Hope you're feeling better.

  4. September 5, 2012 / 7:46 pm

    Great news for your daughter, pleased you should be too.

    X x

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