It is lunchtime I have been productive, well sort of, I have washing out on the line and I have planted a load of veg seeds, not guaranteed anything will grow but we can but try. Am just about to go take the second lot of washing out of the washer and go put that out but I still feel lazy. Yes, it is that one day of the year that I feel guilty having a lie in, it is marathon day! I have never been one for running long distances in fact I hated stamina days when I did athletics as a teen but after make back surgery I realised that my chances of ever running one were more or less gone, it is on my bucket list so I have not given up on the idea completely but the one thing I love is not only watching the excitement of the elite races but watching all those running for charities, joining in the atmosphere on the course, they may not get records but they will have achieved something truly incredible. So between housework and writing today I shall be watching the unicorns, firemen, nurses and a hundred other fancy dress outfits cross the finish line.
Now the question is how many of you know I am not referring to the month? For those who don’t know what I am talking about say hello to April…
Yes I have been bit by the pregnant giraffe bug as well. I first saw it mentioned on FB a month ago, a few people were talking about it but then it went quiet and I assumed she had given birth and life moved on but a few days ago she reappeared in my feed, this beautiful majestic animal obviously now heavily pregnant and speculation growing that she is about to drop the baby, literally, any second. Every time her tail raises the comment threads on various live feeds pauses waiting to she if she is going to push or merely empty her bowels again.
The fact is I too am now fascinated waiting for this live birth to take place, though I am convinced I will miss it either sleeping or going to work, not sure ringing in and saying can’t come to work waiting for a giraffe to give birth is an option lol.
There are several aspects to this that I admit to being hooked on first is watching this amazing creature, the long spindly legs which look like they are going to snap as she tries to lower herself to lie down, and I confess I never though of giraffes laying down, obviously in wildlife documentaries it is not something you really see. watching her move round she is doing a good impression of a duck waddling and I can personally recall that stage of pregnancy, also as she lowers her head to pick up the food she had dropped one leg leaves the ground and swings, certainly with the monster I could not just bend forward to pick things up, manoeuvring was required.
I am watching the feed via Youtube (bigger picture, less buffering) but I have to admit that I regularly check in on the pages showing the feed on FB, it is great to see the way that people around the world have come together and formed a community all awaiting the birth, yes of course there are trolls, they get every where but in a time where our world is divided on so many issues it is nice to be reminded that when you take, colour, religion and all the other factors out of the equation that the human species is not a complete loss.
And I guess there is another reason this mamma to be has me hooked and that is that I can now officially announce that later this year our family will have a new member, I am going to be a grandma in the Autumn but more about that later.
So there was no vlog this week due to me forgetting to pick up batteries but there will be one next Sunday alongside the Lazy Sunday post and I will talk more about the baby news there, I am already one post behind for my A – Z challenge for this year due to being ill with a bug yesterday and still feel rough today so I am going to try to get caught up in between housework and having a lie down.
So in the past I have done places, animals, artists and I was hoping to come up with a really cool theme for this year but it just has not happened. You may have noticed there was no vlog or Lazy Sunday this last week, well the truth is our week was thrown into turmoil with the passing of one of our little furries, Buddy age 6 (a good age for a guinea pig) was dead when we got up on Thursday morning and although I hid the fact from Monster until after school there were lots of tears and as you can imagine we have been busy trying to ease his upset, which to be honest is not helped by ,the remaining piggie, making lots of noise in his distress at now being a lone piggie.
Anyhow back on subject A – Z theme, I have been racking my brain this morning but it was not really complying and I kept wondering off on strange trains of thought. The it came to me, that will be my ‘theme’ stream of conciousness! I am going to open the dictionary at random for each letter and and stick my finger on the word and that will be the starting point for that day. I will give the word and the definition first, then from there I shall allow my mind to wander wherever it so desires for 500 – 1000 words.
Now you all know me, so you can’t hold me responsible for any rabbit holes we may journey into, they may be fun and frivolous, or, dark and dangerous. I have no idea how well this will work but I think it will be fun finding out lol
I have to say I challenge anyone who has heard his voice not to read this and hear him talking to you…
As usual begin with the Goodreads blurb…
Ten childhood snapshots from the master of the monologue Alan Bennett recalls his childhood in a sequence of talks that are funny, touching and told in his unique style. Hampered, as he sees it, by a family that never manages to be quite like other families he recounts his early years in Leeds a place where one learned early on the quite useful lesson that life is generally something that happens elsewhere: there is hiking every Sunday, trips into town and teas in cafes. Its an ordinary childhood, Bennetts father a butcher, his mother a reader of womens magazines who dreams of coffee mornings and cocktail parties and life down south. He re-lives family crises, early pieties and the lost tradition of musical evenings round the piano, all these tales told with that wry observation and ironic understatement that has earned Alan Bennett a place in the forefront of contemporary writing.
Even though his childhood in Leeds took place decades before my own I can still relate to much of what he was saying, I grew up on the outskirts of Leeds in a mining village and to be honest it always felt like you went back a decade or two from the city centre. But the truth is that even for those who grew up in other areas there will be elements from their own childhood they recognise, after all we all have those certain characters in our childhood that make their mark one way or another. Though it is written about a specific area the language is not dialectically difficult, and as I said in the opening if you have heard Alan Bennett’s voice it is impossible to read this without your head creating the illusion of him narrating it to you. It is also interesting reading the introduction the understand more about his reasons for choosing to use this medium to relate his personal stories. It is a slim book and can be read in one night and makes a refreshing change to some of the ‘celebrity’ memoirs that are three hundred volumes of drivel., it is a testament to Bennett’s genius that he can select out a few memories that give you such an in-depth understanding into his childhood without needing a whole book.
And for the score, well it has to be five out of five stars.
Four years ago this incredibly brave little man lost his fight against cancer, he left an army of followers all heart broken by his loss and devastated for his family, I wrote Voices Across The Void to honour his memory and to raise awareness and funds for the charity set up in his name Cords4LifeUK, I said Iwould never give this book away free because of that but today and tomorrow to honour him and this family I am with the hope if you like it you will leave a review, spread the word and help make cord donation something offered to all new mums so they may help save a life or at the very least give those precious extra few months cells from a donated cord gave Charlie with his family. https://www.amazon.co.uk/Voices-Across-Void-Pa…/…/B01GZ5NFPU