Of Lingering Lunacy May 21, 2009
Posted by Jen in : A363 Open University, Journal , 22 commentsBlimey. That was a funny few weeks. I can reliably inform you that I just about survived my OU course. Discovering by chance that the final ECA doodah had to be submitted not tomorrow at midnight by over-excited and last-minute email but the rotten bloomin thing had to be posted and the actual words, on paper, nestled neatly in Milton Keynes ready for assassination. Hell. Utter. Hell.
But, as always, it was done. Madness, as always, took over. Yes, this blog may have been quiet but, believe me, Twitter was teasing out my tantrums. ‘If I had a live crow sellotaped to my bedside table, I’d be polishing its feathers right now,’ read one early-morning tweet. The story itself was more sensible. No mention of Paul McKenna, bongos or the philosophical fabness that “life’s like Tapas”. Erm… oh dear. At least I don’t need to hold my breath until October in the hope of a distinction. Gawd. I swear I will never write again. Not even a blog post. Ah. Bugger. Caught out again. Maybe I will write again then. Once the 9pm nod-offery has abated.
At least I can relax now. Almost. There is just the small matter of moving house next week. And Saturday’s impending joy of the Heathfield Agricultural Show which will find me, for many hours, clambering on and off a clapped out double decker bus with cups of manky instant coffee for the thronging masses. I hope they don’t want me to smile too. Multi-tasking is not something I undertake lightly. Not on a Saturday. Not now that I’m 40. Just ask the crow…
Of Liberal Liberation May 2, 2009
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 45 commentsLife’s a bit doolally sometimes, isn’t it? I have been moaning for quite some time about approaching 40 (approx. 40 years, prolly). But a friend of mine convinced me that this would be liberating. Just how true her prediction would be, I had no idea.
Now, you may remember how my very eyelashes ached at the thought of moving into The Cul de Sac. But now I am not going to live here anymore. Hurrah! And lovely bf has been re-named and shall be known henceforth as lovely non-bf. Yes, May will find me 40, single for the first time in many years and living in the village I originally lusted over when I first moved to Blighty. See? Doolally. Told you. But strangely serendipitous. I am smiling. Lovely non-bf and I have plucked that fabulous and rare thing out of our time together: great friendship. And this is most marvellous – free technical support true friendship is important in life. This is the best break-up I’ve ever had – a right laugh, on the whole.
So. There will be less pants to wash and more time for writing. And I will not have to cultivate my Cul de Sac sensibleness any more. Instead I shall become a saggy old spinster. I shall also buy a mountain bike and bicycle about whilst wearing a funny hat. Besides, while the world looks like this, how can life be anything other than brilliant?
But before I move to my favourite village which just happens to also contain my favouritest pub, there is the small matter of my OU course to complete. A meagre 4,000 words to eek out then polish with some spit and the sleeve of my pyjamas. So worry not. The usual angst and misery will re-commence soon.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to Rye to get beautified in preparation for my birthday on Monday. As you can imagine, I may be some time… In the meanwhile, I will leave you with this song which I have chosen as my ‘Life Begins at 40’ soundtrack. Click. Listen. Hum uncontrollably. Yeah! and Raaaaaaah!
