Last week passed with a new experience: running my friend Shiba's shop in her absence for a few days. She left me free to move things around and feel at home in the Shop she had created out of hard work and much love. As of her closing down sale sign, almost everyone who walked in expressed their sorrow at seeing Shiba leave. Some called it 'Alladin's Cave'; for others, it was one of the last few shops left, where you walked in to find anything and everything. The kind that has been replaced by 'orderly modernism' or 'gentrifying'.
The evenings were also busy, from meeting up with Troy for supper to playing cards at Lady Diba's with two old friends of hers, followed by an evening of a steak dinner for seven, prepared by Heidi and her hubby Berto with the presence of Anna, as a sort of a house warming (as I had missed the last two) and a celebration on the count of Heidi's new job.
I meet people who are happy with their lives, others who are troubled by it, and most trying to make sense of it. Either way, life is a roller coaster, and any minute could bring a shiver up the spine; it could bring heights of joy or lows of sorrow. The news of my mother's health issue recently has got me concerned.
We all react in different ways according to how we feel. It does not make it suitable to be selfish, but it helps to be more caring and understanding towards one another.
I visited the cinema in my neighbourhood alone on Saturday night to see the French movie 'The Trophy Wife' with Catherine Deneuve. It was amusing to watch 'the trophy wife' turn into 'the loved businesswoman'. Mmm...
Sylvia invited me to the Magic Live Festival at Hatfield House on Sunday, just outside London. Reading the performances for the day online, it mentioned not bringing any food, drink, or picnic as this was provided on the grounds at various stalls.
I have never attended such a disorderly event!
The pick-up was due outside a station near me
Sylvia waiting, covered by a raincoat, to cheer me.
Time was only two; the festival was to go on till long after dusk
Standing still in the horrific traffic, we kept on our laughing mask
Two and a half hours later, parked on the green grass
I rushed out of the car, heading to the bushes, Oops! There went the class.
We walked through the grounds and finally made it to the festival
To be faced with mile-long queues, making us into a hungry pest-evil
The stone pizza seemed the choice; the queue for fish and chips was double the size
Wish I was more stoned, or the blue would appear in the skies
This could take forever; it could bring tears to my eyes.
As I got chatting with the boy behind, waiting to feed his pregnant fiancee
The concert by Lighthouse Family began; thank goodness it was not Beyonce.´
The boy kept our place as we headed to hear the performers
The sound could barely be heard; you would think they were worried about informers.
But all we could see were two screens. I may have stayed home under the duvet.
Rather than bearing the cold, the rain and the next queue for the Chinese buffet
We danced to the tunes, pretending it was 'singin' in the rain.'
While hunger stroke, me stomach was doin' in me brain.
Got some sweeties, pick and mix like the movies
To hand them out to the boys, their humour had turned them into Groovies
There was I, back at the pizza stand
While Sylvia stayed behind for the Chinese brand.
It was eight thirty now, and Elton John had began
We scuffed through the pizza on the way out, so gran.'
Now... Where would we find our car?
All we knew it was going to be far
We were directed...Oh! To the wrong car park
Impossible to find, I felt like a dog ready to bark.
The issue of the rain became no matter of concern
All we prayed for: 'Oh Lord! Our bed, we so yearn.'
Another hour and a half passed, walking the grounds in search
And what a sight you were, dear blue car, like a bell in a church.
Another visit to the nature loo was in the process
We made it home before midnight; that was crazy, I confess.
We went all the way to the Magic Summer Live concert, in heavy traffic, to queue for a pizza in the worst of a 'summer's day' (if it can be called that!), ate it standing like hungry dogs, then to arrive home, ten hours later.
However, we did take the experience with a pinch of salt and met some lovely people; the guy standing behind me, with a great sense of humour, kept us amused all along, and the new buddies, two boys, also funny, standing in front of me, helped us laugh through the traumatic experience.
As we got very close to the girl serving behind the pizza stand, one of the boys remarked:
"I'm getting an erection at the thought of talking to the girl, ordering my food."
"Me too," I added. "Think, I'm getting an erection too."
They looked at me in surprise and asked:
"Are you saying you've got a cock!"
"Not only a cock, honey," I answered, "I'm getting two balls with it."
Sylvia's great company, bearing my constant naughty remarks, was an absolute delight.
It was just another day... In another way.
We were directed...Oh! To the wrong car park
Impossible to find, I felt like a dog ready to bark.
The issue of the rain became no matter of concern
All we prayed for: 'Oh Lord! Our bed, we so yearn.'
Another hour and a half passed, walking the grounds in search
And what a sight you were, dear blue car, like a bell in a church.
Another visit to the nature loo was in the process
We made it home before midnight; that was crazy, I confess.
We went all the way to the Magic Summer Live concert, in heavy traffic, to queue for a pizza in the worst of a 'summer's day' (if it can be called that!), ate it standing like hungry dogs, then to arrive home, ten hours later.
However, we did take the experience with a pinch of salt and met some lovely people; the guy standing behind me, with a great sense of humour, kept us amused all along, and the new buddies, two boys, also funny, standing in front of me, helped us laugh through the traumatic experience.
As we got very close to the girl serving behind the pizza stand, one of the boys remarked:
"I'm getting an erection at the thought of talking to the girl, ordering my food."
"Me too," I added. "Think, I'm getting an erection too."
They looked at me in surprise and asked:
"Are you saying you've got a cock!"
"Not only a cock, honey," I answered, "I'm getting two balls with it."
Sylvia's great company, bearing my constant naughty remarks, was an absolute delight.
It was just another day... In another way.
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