Tuesday, 22 July 2014
Allotmenting For Emos
It has been a long, hot, sticky, stormy week, yet I am still wondering why it's so late already and why I haven't managed to do all the things I wanted to this weekend.
A lot of people are doing lists of positive stuff lately. I am pretty positive most of the time, but for some reason that's been a challenge these past few weeks. Well, I do like a challenge.
Last Friday was my dad's birthday. I clubbed together with my siblings to get him a pressie and we all headed over to the Black Country to spend time together. I made him a card featuring an embossed foil carp swimming through green fronds and proudly wrote Happy 70th on it. Only this seemed to amuse my dad, and he giggled about me having gone back in time. I thought he was teasing me for being a science-fiction nerd, but apparently not. Did I not remember the celebrations from last year?
Erm, no... . What not the restaurant? No. Not the massive cake? No… and I still can't. Even if I'd got massively drunk, I should surely remember something! But no... no recollection at all. Either my family is playing a massive joke on me or I have been making far too many series of Quantum Leap. Oh boy.
Positive thinking regarding the above: a missing memory surely leaves more space for creative thinking. "What a great 70th birthday you had, Dad. I had no idea you were an old friend of Paul McGann and Richard E Grant, but it was so nice of them to turn up to your party and bring the finest wines available to humanity. And cake!"
Also last week, I went to my writers’ group where I had to stand in for OH who had submitted a story for feedback, but had been called to work so couldn’t go. The irony is, I haven't written anything myself besides this blog for weeks. A few jokes about shopping that I've got no idea what to do with. I suppose I've used my creative time to make cheese and yoghurt, but it's not the same...
Anyway, it was great seeing my writing group chums. There were a few people missing, and we got hounded out of the pub by Phil Collins. Not literally... they were just playing "Another Day in Paradise" at a level to make you wish you couldn't hear it even more than you already did. So we sat in the beer garden, enjoyed the sunshine, and discussed screaming homophones, as you do.
Positive thinking: okay, so I've been depressed and knackered and generally crap, but going to writing group at least gives me the push towards impetus that I need to get on with stuff. Almost there...
It's a fantastic group; we've had loads of individual successes and I really relish the support I get from my friends. Plus, for now at least, we get to meet in the beautiful Saxon village of Earls Barton, or as I like to think of it, the set of gentle Nick Frost comedy, Kinky Boots.
*searches for recipes for gooseberry wine*
Positive thinking: I have berries, and the suntan cancels out the emo arms.