It’s really late here, and I’ve been filing for hours, going through papers etc, trying to remember why I kept the buggers in the first place. And I have been in raptures with the special performance that Elbow have recorded with the BBC Orchestra at the Abbey Road Studios. If you get the chance to hear it (it’s on a loop on my tv at the moment, and I am very happy about that) then please do. Scruffy boys, amazing music. Love it.
So, it is my birthday soon…. I am trying to get into the spirit of things, with about as much enthusiasm as I did for Christmas: I know I will enjoy it when it gets here, I just can’t stand all the fuss and business beforehand.
Last year my birthday was spent in a dismal bar on a gloomy Sunday in Santa Ponsa, losing at the quiz league. During the evening one of my friends got threatened by a drunken older lady who thought she’d had her coat stolen, and the rest of the regulars of this particular bar (who clearly didn’t go out during the day except to purchase the next installment of Encyclopedia Britannica) wooped our asses at the quiz. I am in a team which plays home games and away games. This was the worst away game I’d ever been to. (FYI this season the team I play in is not doing any better than last year, even with the summer to swot up, but it’s only a game….. isn’t it?).
Anyhow, I have decided to take my birthday party destiny into my own hands and have decided to have a party at our house. Which instantly leads to Dynamics, Part Two. Some of my friends don’t speak to some of my friends. Mallorca seems to be very good at this – the village thing, but in a bad way. I have a large group of friends and I would like them all to come to celebrate with me the passing of a year, so I have invited them all. And now leave it in the lap of the gods as to what happens next. Will they all come? If so, is the house large enough for some of them to hide from others in order to avoid confrontation? Or will there actually BE a confrontation? (Alcohol is extremely cheap here, so I am putting my money on this option).
More news as it breaks. Or as my crockery breaks. Mental note, buy plastic glasses and hide all sharp objects.
I am a bad blogger. Not quite as bad as the dog who rips the bin apart as soon as I turn my back, and certainly not as bad as the naughty boys who’ve messed up the global economy, but bad nonetheless. I’ve missed lots of opportunities to blog and to express myself recently, but it’s a bit tricky really to keep all of my thoughts in my head long enough to get them down.
My life is going in all sorts of directions at the moment, is yours? I’ve asked a friend of mine, who is into the big picture and meanings of life etc to explain, and she told me that it was ‘All Change’ for everyone. Apparently Obama is a big signpost for this change, God I hope he doesn’t mess up.
Family life is ticking over, G learns another million words everyday, and another trillion ways to use them, normally to express her position on any given subject. Happily, she is learning to read and is very interested in learning how to write. She seems to have made the division between the language she speaks at school and the language she speaks at home now as an apple is no longer a ‘poma’ which has made teaching her the letter A a lot easier.
Mallorca is standing still, holding its breath to see what will happen with the tourist industry this year. People (who have no more claim on being an expert than I do) are sagely saying, ‘the people who have money, still have money’ but to be honest I am no more broke now than I was when the credit crunch became something we all knew about. I don’t know yet if it has affected me, but I know it has affected the people with money. We are still shopping at the supermarket, still turning on the lights when we get home, still cracking open a €2 bottle of wine. But so far we haven’t had to curb our caviar and speedboat habits, as we’ve never had them!
We shall see. . .