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September 21, 2006
It's autumn and all thoughts turn to ... blisters?
I love summer, who doesn't? I think my favourite thing about summer has to be the shedding of clothes. Not full frontal nudity you understand but the first time you go to work without a coat.... wearing t-shirts instead of jumpers, skirts instead of trousers... not having to wash 57 pairs of socks every week.... that sort of thing. The sock thing, in particular, I love. Exposing my toes to the fresh air in delicate, pretty sandals instead of frumpy winter shoes. I don't know why but it's the best thing about summer.
Then the clouds roll in, the wind turns chill and autumn is in the air. And the sensible shoes come back out of the wardrobe....
... and with them come the blisters. You'd think all that exposure to the elements would be good for the feet but, no, all it does is make them soft and weak and the first time you put on proper shoes they rebel. They scream and howl their defiance at you, finally erupting into blisters in a last, desperate bid to escape their leathery prison. It works too for a time because, after their first autumnal outing, you can't wear shoes again for days, not until the blisters heal.... ironic eh?
All I can say is, I'm sorry feet but I have no choice, now please stop punishing me....
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September 16, 2006
It's my party....
... and I'll cry if I want to....
I've wanted to cry for days now. On hearing the news of Danny's death, I was devastated but my son was more so, his friends too, obviously, so I kept it in and I put on the proverbial brave face. But there is a point where you have to start moving on. There's a point where you have to say goodbye. Maybe it won't happen until the funeral - and that's not until Wednesday - but they are all on self-destruct at the moment and that's really not healthy.
They have to let go, they have to move on. Most kids of their age don't suffer grief in this way and it's not good for them.
Move on guys, get back to living your lives. Start looking forwards.
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September 11, 2006
Goodnight Danny
Last time I saw this guy he was in my hall, wobbly drunk, apologising for making a noise. The more he apologised, the louder he got and I have to admit, I couldn't help laughing.
He was a little bulldog. Such an angry little guy. And his temper was always leading him into trouble. But there was always something about him, something you couldn't help liking.
On Saturday night he died. Just 18 years of age. Walking down the railway track, he was electrocuted, then hit by a train. And, somewhere, a light went out.
Goodnight Danny, rest in peace.
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