And the shelf groans........

So, DH is perusing my book shelves the other day....he stops to ponder & I feel a Point To Be Made coming on......

"You know, " he muses , "you do border on the obsessive you know." "How's that then?".

"You cannot move in this bloody house now for horse books. Before that it was childcare books, before that self help books..". Self help??!? Pardon??? I bloody well think not. Turns out he meant books on yoga and whatnot.

I point out that all those other books are still there (in various stages of having been read), it's just that he is only NOTICING the horse books the most.

Anyhow, I can't think of nicer reading matter....

Word for the day.......

"Solipsism.

The theory that the self is the only thing that can be known to exist.

solipsist solipsistic

Someone who only recognises and acknowledges his/her own emotions. "

Couldn't have said it better myself.

Legs, legs, legs......

Cut to the school.......trio trot trit trot...leg on, moving forwards,urging on, open reign, inviting into the space, leg on; momentum, forward movement, leg on, leg on; cutting through the waters, leg on , leg on, LEG BLOODY ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Aaargh!

Return Of The Diddimen

How to turn a completely pleasant hack into a farce? Pick the smallest pony you can find, ride it like you're an ironing board, decide to dismount after a leisurely trot, get back on and vault right over the other bloody side & onto the grass! To that dog walker out there, glad I gave you a giggle!

Back Away Slowly.....

So, last October me & my BG (bestest girlfriend) are driving out to somewhere jolly in the countryside when she raises an issue with me. For several years she has been having weird dreams about airplane crashes and all her dreams seem to have come true. She pre told one to her husband and it came true.......now she was telling me about a new dream. The night before she's had a dream about an aeroplane which has come down (she always wakes up before the impact): she is really certain that it came down in one piece and that there were no injuries. It is a white plane with a blue marking on its tail. She thinks it comes down on a motorway - it is coming down onto something straight and long. She is seeing the whole thing happen from above - like she's on a bridge. "So I'm telling you this now and we'll have to see if anything happens". We both try and chortle it off .....

Cut to last night. I'd seen the news and not even thought about our conversation back in October. 11pm my phone beeps away & there is my BG's text,

"Sorry it's late but there has been a plane crash in America! It is a white plane with a blue tail fin......everyone got out. It was in a river, though, but it is the Hudson so long and straight and tv footage is from a bridge! Ooer!" Ooer? - too bloody right!

That surreal moment I had earlier in the week? - blown right out of the bloody water.

I'll have a ham sandwich, please.....

I'll swear my son is going to turn into a ham sandwich. He had them for his tea last night. He'd barely opened his eyes this morning when he was asking for some for breakfast. Then he had some in his packed lunch (he checked with me a zillion times to make sure it was definitely HAM in his sandwiches) and he's just had another load for his tea.

Bless him, he's not the biggest of eaters at the best of times so I'm happy to make 'em til the cows come home at the minute!

The best morning!

Dropped my little boy off at school this morning & walked back through the park to my home. Oh. My. God. How beautiful was the Earth this morning!!? Kylie's Stars on my iPod; a really low, big bright winter sun blinding me kindly; frost thick on the paths; silhouettes of a couple of dog walkers heading my way; an enormous flock of seagulls low over the park gardens; the bowling greens iced with a thick layer of frost. Everywhere crisp, fresh & bright. Your heart feeling like it will burst.

I live for mornings like these.