Everything Goes In Circles.
Hi,
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It’s Saturday…as if you hadn’t noticed!
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Now, long ago I told you all about the pains of getting up, ready, fed and with ablutions performed before the arrival of various sets of workmen.
I also told you yesterday about how we were going to switch off the alarm and enjoy the fact that we could just lie-in and please ourselves because no one will arrive to wake us up..
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So why on earth do I end up wide awake and getting up at an unfeasibly early hour, before it is even light.
Talk about contrary!
I think that I should change my name to Mary-Mary.
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Never mind, it has been quite productive, as I have done the some sketching and I have read most of The Last Templar by Raymond Khoury.
Normally I would not read about what is basically a race against time and deadly assassins, in order to solve a centuries-old mystery, but It fitted the mood of the night perfectly.
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I have five such books at hand at the moment, because I was talking about books with a friend, which resulted in him bringing me an armful that he thought I might enjoy.
The best one is definitely…. Brewer’s Rogues, Villains, Eccentrics…. written by William Donaldson.
It is great and would make a fabulous present for anyone who likes a laugh and would enjoy an amazing collection of unexpected and diverse information.
A true Rogues Gallery of the strangest and most outrageous people you could not even imagine if they were not real.
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It is a good thing to have other people lend you stuff that they think you would like, because it stops you becoming hidebound and stuck in a rut.
I think that people become old, once they decide that they now know exactly what they like, and then close themselves to anything that is in any way new or different.
Everything can change totally tomorrow.
In my opinion, if you don’t grow, then you stagnate.
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I keep getting distracted now, because some workmen have arrived with a lorry, and they are taking down the scaffolding from the front of the house.
Although they are very noisy doing it, what with all the clanking and banging, I don’t think that it has any chance of waking Big H because he could sleep for England…or anywhere else that you could care to mention.
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I don’t somehow think that we will make it down to Tynemouth Market today, because he has been shattered by doing various DIY stuff last week, in order for the painters to be able to get on with their job.
There was skirting that needed to be replaced and stuff that needed to be moved safely out of the way until the work is done.
He also takes them their tea and their expensive biscuits twice a day, in order to bribe them to stay, in the face of the horrible paint-stripping that they are having to carry out.
I think that I shall just leave him to wake up naturally, so it could be many, many, hours yet.
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Talking about visiting Tynemouth again, I was struck a while ago by the way that life is circular, and how past experiences can subconsciously affect present needs and decisions.
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In my Penny Dreadful blog I told you about a lot of my younger life, and about the Cullercoats holidays.
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Well, I was moving around the green velvet chaise-longue in my hall, when I suddenly remembered the very prickly green chaise longue that I had to sleep on during those long ago seaside days.
No wonder I was determined to have a similar object for myself, the very moment that I saw it in the salerooms. No wonder it was need at first sight.
I never had a chance!
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Obviously, I have put something back into my life that is part of some very happy memories of being a child.
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After the war, when we were children, life seemed to contain mainly utilitarian objects, and not much that was bought just for the sake of being beautiful or fancy.
No wonder a magical object that was carved wood and velvet, with ornately scrolled ends, was the stuff of dreams.
Obviously we all have many fabulous and rare creatures swimming in the depths of our personalities, which wield power in our everyday lives.
I have met one of mine!
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Oh-Oh, our next separation will be short-lived won’t it, because we shall be joining in our national obsession this evening.
X Factor looms large!
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See You.
J,x.
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