Moments of surreality in a life less ordinary.

We were invited recently to the house of some friends to break bread with them. That is we went and had us tea wi’ em. Sausages in fact. There wasn’t anything remotely odd about the sausages btw, they were very good, meatful sausage. Quality, not your value fare. The onions were less plentiful but that was probably a good thing as I can be a bit greedy there and this leads ultimately to anti-social side-effects. The surreal part of the evening really was the moment when having to retire the entire group indoors as the chill of the evening descended (or rose – whichever it does), the hostess whipped the hamster out of his cage and set him rolling round the guests feet in his little plastic ball. Maybe I had overdone the Strongbow.

The following evening = folk night. Being a third share of the organising personnel I was in there from the ginning. One lady arrived carrying a large bamboo pot stand – as you do. The evening wasn’t anything grand or aught, it was just a bit of a singy evening to entertain fellow thesps etc. Baby sis and I do a nice bit of a cappella. We had to come up with a couple of extra songs half way through so marched off in the interval to practise in the car park and entertained a family walking their dog. I can’t see my sister agreeing to busking but the impromptu busking was fun. Shame they didn’t appear to be carrying coin and we had no hats. We did manage to find hats later to accompany a raucous rendition of ‘My Old Man’ – not strictly covered by ‘Folk’ but the whole thing was very loose and free and the other third of the organising trio was more inclined towards skiffle anyway so it was very mixed bag. Bit like me.

Today was kind of dumpy, weather-wise, and never really got to a splendid sunshine spectacle, more of a damp squib, but never mind. I finished work at my normal time of 2pm – woowoo – wonders will never etc. This meant I could meet the girlie from college and amble with her to my mother’s where we supped tea and nibbled cakes and watched Casanova (with Heath Ledger – wouldn’t mind nibbling….). The mater had to keep leaving the room whenever there was a moment of tension, so that explains why I am like that. Deal or No Deal is torture for me. I have to leave the room every time they open a box which is a lot of toing and froing. I often stand in the kitchen and call out to the girlie ‘what was in the box?’, and she sighs, patiently.

I can’t watch soaps when characters are being really crappy to each other and I have to pretend to have important things to get on with. Especially if there is a hint of a lump-in-throat moment. My neck aches from rigidly holding my inner cry-baby back. That is not a tear, my eyes are sore. Last weeks moment to avoid was Craig leaving Corrie – I’m sure this tablecloth needs examining very closely………..