To History Matters.
Sometimes you want to scream.
“Is everything ready?”
“Oh yes, everything’s paid for and organised.”
Oh, if only that were true. Your day consisted of constantly yawning following a slightly sleepless night which left you hungry for sleeping tablets. The general gossip about the workplace was one of low morale and bitterness. You played Uno and found pink pictures for the cover of a magazine.
You want to sing along to your [old pink-mini] iPod on the bus but are wary of the stares [glares?] you may get from strangers. The girl next to you almost falls asleep on your lap. You briefly wish that you were her, that you had the opportunity to enter the Land of Nod. But your head is full of thoughts. Too many thoughts.
And then you get home and your Tabatha-Cat greets you warmly, hungrily. Bless her. You indulge in wrapping gifts and admiring your new shoes, which are just perfect for sightseeing next week in Amsterdam.
Later, you read your emails. And you want to scream. Instead you phone your Mother but she isn’t home. Your mind is a whirl of angry thoughts and panicking emotions.
Sometimes you wish you were little again so that you could kick your big brother in the shins to show how frustrated you are. Darn.
You wonder how your ancestors coped with the little things that become huge things. Did your great-great grandmother, the Blacksmith’s daughter, panic and get flustered? Is that why she became an alcoholic? Would your great-nana see the amusement deep within the pain and annoyance? Maybe you should just stick your head in the oven, like your nana always threatened to do. Would that make all your problems disappear?
You’re getting married on Saturday and everything was perfect.
But now your little bridesmaid, over in Prague, has no shoes. No blinkin’ shoes! And your world has tumbled into some crack in the pavement …
Sometimes you just want to scream.
The shoe fiasco is rectified. I have no more days left at work. There was a dead fly in my Ribena which I almost swallowed. I’m not allowed to open any cards or presents till after we’re wed. I can’t wait that long – *stamps foot in toddler mode*. Today I had my wedding hair trial. It’ll be less of the curly and more of the straight. I feel as though I could sleep for England. We’re off to the cinema this evening to see The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. It’s the last time I shall ever enter a cinema as a never-married woman.
Oh, and I’m thinking about getting excited tomorrow …
please God bless all the bloggers in all the bloglands xxx Elsabeth