Monday, 3 December 2012

Older and just more fragile


Advent calendar of Christmas songs

I know. It's the third already, and I'm behind (as usual).

Here's the two to catch up.

December 1st Darlene Love, Marshmallow World, from the Phil Spector Christmas album. That's the first CD I reach for every year.

December 2nd South Park, Mr Hanky the Christmas Poo. Funny and seasonal.

December 3rd Snoop Dogg, Santa Claus Goes Straight to the Ghetto. Just stand in line, ev'thang gonna be fine.


Texts are twenty years old today

Should that be:

Txts R 20 2day?

Never really got the hang of them. Cheaper than calls to begin with, so it seemed, but soon realisation hits. Text. Reply, with question. Reply with answer. Reply with further question. Unsatisfactory response. Reply with repeated question and a lot of punctuation1!!!????!!! Further to and froing. Eventual phone call to resolve what was resolvable in seconds had the exchange started with a call in the first place.

The good thing is that texts have given us the lol = lots of love stick to beat that idiot Cameron with.


Falling apart at the seams

It started when we went up a roadworks-infested M23 and had to make a massive detour because the exits were blocked. Then there was the conversation.

“Where's the ladder”

“They've taken it away, made the scaffold safe”

“Where's your telescopic”

“In the garage”

“Naturally”

Then the attempt to climb up the first lift (failed, Dave, younger but (even) heavier) and the second attempt (me, successful but not at all graceful or athletic). Success at a price because my knee and elbow have been awful ever since, really bad over the cold weekend, and desperate today. Old guys' bodies go from unbreakable to fragile with bipolar lack of process.

Insult to injury? Much to BLISS' and Non-LPL's glee, in offering to compare left (swollen) and right (normal) elbows I managed to hit my glasses (hanging from my jaws) and poke the non-mouth arm firmly into my eye. I lost hold with my mouth (that happens when you make those “I'm in agony” noises), but my eye socket retained the specs, so firmly were they lodged. Already thoroughly unsympathetic (I can't complain, I'm not blessed with any sympathy at all, BLISS isn't overstocked with the stuff, the kids 'aint gonna be three Mother Theresas are they?) they became helpless with laughter.



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