Emotions swirl around

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I get out of the wrong side of the bed. (a rare occurrence). It has an amazing effect on them indoors, rightly assuming I will become volcanic at the slightest.

Cooker gets cleaned, dinner cooked, and the boy while not friendly isn't too vile.

We have failed in many ways. But he is ringing the groom to ask if he knows how to tie a tie! I force man about the house to intervene. Hardly recognizing him without his hoodie on, a tear slips out. The blond has the skimpiest bit of purple cloth accentuating curves and hiding knickers, just. Confessing to sending an s.o.s home, she has accidently put on 2 right shoes. (please don't!). This is an education I assumed only celebrities brought shoes in matching set's.

The village bells ring out, winds blows everyone to church and tries to wreck the photo's, hat's it seems are out of fashion. Shame I like a good hat. Andrews memorial bench gets used as a prop, and I lurk behind grave stones, looking like a member of the paparazzi, but more a case of all the gear no idea, having tremendous fun. Memories blow by of, the grooms father appearing over the garden wall to play with my dollies when we were 5. Dad in training, he played with them more than I ever did. And has reaped the benefit. There is a moral there I fear. Hey Ho life is easy with what we now know.

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Wedding customs

Worth the effort

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It is extraordinary. My head swivels around the follow him. His pipe is carved in the shape of a rams head.

Knackered beyond belief, I arrive on auto pilot determined not to miss them. Rain only enhances their droopy beauty. Wandering in a blue bell wood is one of the wonders of the world. Even though they are past their best the sea color is staggering. 

"Me and my BFF, that's best friend ever, made a pact to give each other a gift every Friday". Her gift is an bracelet of dainty shell beads that she made.

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Reluctant friend 

Discoveries in the classroom and out and about

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When I arrive all is quiet except for snuffling and squeaking from the class guinea pigs. I am hearten to discover they have been fed, Mrs A commander in chief of keeping absolutely everything together, is laid low. They rush out to devour tasty green leaves I have brought from home. It was interesting when we brought them the Asian T.A was horrified to think that we were installing piglets in the corner of the classroom.

The children notice a bad smell, we go on a smell hunt. The boss discovers the reason and we take action. 

Come home the long pretty way, and discovered a tiny Hamlet whose name I have only ever associated with a wood. It is a bit of England time forgot

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I have just enjoyed his book Submarine, it was light, breezy with pace. Not everyone cup of tea though.

Smirk, soap and stars

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He has just advertised a music mag on the morning show, but it is quickly followed by "other music monthlies are also available" in a lower voice. Wondering if this is a bit of rebellion the face smirks.  

Forgotten  soaps are stashed by the radiators, A lovely smell wafts my way, as their warmth seeps from them to me. 

Quietly he makes a place in front of him at the check out for a frail old man. He has a silver stud in his eyebrow, I think of silver stars that were handed out at school. I mentally slap one on him now.

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I do like a bit of rebellion

Farces and fun

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Irritation fired but is superseded by sodding shoulder, and I no longer attach significance. Humor slides out. He is having a breakfast time temper-tantrum. Here is someone that abuses his body regularly, with all sorts of substances, but who won't touch bacon fresh from the freezer! 

We walk down a hill and up a hill, onto a disused railway track and into a wood. There are badger sets, rabbit holes, large fungi and best of all a steep bank to scramble down. Well tis steep if you are only 5. Followed by a picnic in the old school grounds, lots of running and laughing plus a trip around a lovely old church. And no one gets lost.

Whippet and I come across 2 lambs and their mum that have escaped from god's acre, nibbling on delicious shoots of corn. Farmer Rex's appears. We enter into a farce trying to round them up. At one point thier friends look across the river with worried expressions. I cannot see. Are they about to leap in. No they make there way back onto the bridge. Now I assume a worried look and think of Acupulco. But gentle persuasion, plus Rex and dog guarding the only other escape route, encourages them down beside the river, back up into their field for tea and a bit of sympathy from their friends. I leave Rex hunting in his dilapidated land-rover for"hammer and nails". 

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Rex was not dancing for joy last week when 2 geese and 7 sheep dog puppies were nicked.

Worrying, patience and taking control

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Her house is filled with light and radio 2 blasting so loudly I can hear it above the hoover. She is 91 today. Sugar spun hair frames her face, as she peers up at me, I am reminded of a friendly fluffy cat. She worries about getting stranded in the bath because "I don't have body beautiful any more". As I look at her face in the soft light I regret not being able to paint. (Shall have to pluck up courage to suggest camera, know perfectly well wouldn't do her justice though).

My patience has been rewarded, have just potted up primrose seedlings. (least thats what I think they are).

I am not going to do what he wants me to. Waste of time, I reclaim an hour and a half.

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Purrfect 

Power of one sort and another

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It is only after we arrive, that he announces "oh by the way the breaks are playing up". Bloody hell we have just come down Broadway hill! Thank-you St Christopher. 

Man about the house transforms into camper van man and becomes a domestic goddess. Dust pan and brush are discover, washing up done, pinny donned for culinary delights. (I try hard not to calorie count). Just enjoy the result.

A few are waving, one man is rolling his arm outward in the manner of royalty, she is in the last carriage dressed in red. I wave back at her and blow a kiss, catching hers in my cupped hands. There was a feeling of power, the deep beat of the engine, the wheels smooth and solid gliding past, it was a magic moment.

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Take it to heart, what the blood steam does with cholesterol. 

(Dictionary For Our Time)