Ah Spring is on its way. The daffodils are starting to flower and the trees already have blossom on them. For some reason I woke up this morning in some kind of alpha state with an absolutely inspirational idea for a program (I can’t describe it here since I don’t want anyone who randomly reads this to nick the ideas – I know of at least two business competitors who actually read this blog which, quite frankly provokes in me feelings of “oh shit” to “ha ha, oh shit”).

I’m about to nip out and buy some stuff to fulfill some of today’s objectives. The running order for today is:

Woke up, superbly drowsy after being totally knackered from work yesterday. Made cup of tea, realised I had a humgously brilliant idea and a moment of pure clarity for a new product. Everything came rushing into my head at once and as I drank my must-have ritualistic cup of morning tea (see previous blog entries en passim for correct builder’s strength and preparation technique. I’m still not buying the milk molecules thing btw young midwife…not for a minute).

Looked at flat and assessed the damage of the winter months and the scale of the task to repair it. I had already decided that today was “spring clean the flat day”. Checked my emails. Some lovely ones from secret admirers. Check online banking, excellent, I can afford to buy stuff like food and cleaning materials. Checked news. Noted absence of earthquakes and floods in surrounding area. Removed tin foil hat and water wings. Changed my Vista laptop’s background to this blast from the past (you’ll need Flash installed to view it). Slightly mourned the old background which featured a car and a snow scene from a potential playground.

Ran bath. During bath decided I really really really must buy an Edith Piaf album and play L’Accordeoniste. Piaf was a tragic genius, a true artist and a remarkable poet of a depth that only this kind of tragedy can produce.

Got out of bath, and lit sandalwood incense stick. Smiled at fortunate life of single male, slightly naughty disposition with own flat and no flatmates (wanted or needed) and realised I probably could not get away with half the things I do if I lived with anyone.

I made a shopping list:

  • Vacuum freshener. Spring fragrance. (To promote and elongate feeling of Spring is Sprung).
  • Cleaning stuff viz: scrubby things for skirting boards and pipework under sinks etc. Chrome polishy stuff. Mr, Mrs or Ms Muscle worktop cleaner.
  • New frying pan. (Put old one in bin to ensure I am not tempted to keep it – the handle is now unrepairably loose and it has occurred to me that it’s only a question of time before I pour hot fat down my soft bits whilst ill-advisedly combining the swigging of Absinthe and cooking Bratwurst).
  • Fish (market).
  • Veg (market).
  • Shoes (all others now being past their sell-by date due to building sites and yucky factories).
  • Edith Piaf album.
  • Hubcaps and tyres (part of the deal for the use of the car).
  • Scanner/printer thing.

The flat now smells totally of Sandalwood. So I’m off now to do the stuff on the list. Then, when I am back and done I am going to watch Control which arrived courtesy of Amazon DVD rental.

Meanwhile; whilst you’re waiting, enjoy Edith in full swing and perhaps you’ll agree (even if you don’t speak French) that this performance is an exemplary example of artistic passion and poetic visualisation.


15 thoughts on “Lists

  1. I quite like the spring cleaning, airing out the house, idea. Winter’s been here far too long, and some fresh air is called for by now. πŸ™‚ It’s going to be in the 50’s (F) here today. Time to get outdoors, and enjoy some snow-free weather.

    Edith is quite impassioned. I need French lessons. πŸ™‚

    Pick me up a couple of mangos at the market, would you?

  2. Lol…. The HSE dictate that you should never cook with bare feet for fear of dropping a knife, I suspect therefore that frying with your ‘soft bits’ exposed is probably also contrary, let alone with the addition of Absinthe!! A new pan is a must at the very least! ;o)

  3. I did the Spring cleaning. Go me! My flat seems much more happy now I have lavished some attention on it. Plus I weakened and bought a lovely new digital camera and a very cool wireless printer/scanner/fax thing.

    Gemmak – sod the HSE. Having bare feet means you pay more attention to what you’re doing with the knives! Having your soft bits exposed is the best way to cook, I find, although not if it’s for your mum. Oh, and you’ll be pleased to hear I bought a lovely new non-rickety pan so the fun bundle gets to live to fight another day πŸ˜‰

    Lisa – oh look, a track back, hurrah! BTW: do you like Suzi Quattro? You’ve got the bike and Gemmak has the leathers. πŸ˜€

    Sammy. Yes, you are lazy. πŸ™‚ (Not really, mwuh xx)

  4. It’s about a girl who falls in love with an Accordion player. Much of the song describes his loving touch, his dexterous fingers and so on. He goes off to fight in the war….but fails to return. She laments his loss. It is, quite truly, an awesome love song. Piaf was a genius.

  5. Sounds like it. I listened to it all the way through, but still I wished to understand French. Know any good French teachers? πŸ™‚

  6. Yup, she has the dubious distinction of being the first album I have purchased as a music download (today). Pity really that my CD drive screwed up 10 minutes before the download ended so I can’t burn it for the car journey tomorrow when I bog off to Wales for a site visit.

    God hates me. Fact.


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