When my Foursome were littl’uns, the Weebles were one of the Top Toys of the Time.
Weebles, as some of you will remember,
were strange, egg-shaped, rosy-poly figures, whose main claim to fame was that you couldn’t push them over. As the distinctly annoying theme song had it: “Weebles wobble but they don’t fall down!” I can almost hear some of you singing
under your breath. They are not, under any circumstances, to be confused with Wombles who live in Wimbledon Common, don’t you know, and were into recycling long before it became fashionable.
I have determined to be more like a Weeble. When times are challenging, I may allow myself a wobble (or two, or even three) but I will not give in. Oh, no, not me.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters tells me I need to get my life back. I need to have my hair cut, take myself back to Choir, stop off for a coffee and a toasted tea cake when I am out shopping. In short, I need to allow
myself “time out” without feeling guilty about leaving Mr B for a couple of hours at a time. You know it makes sense. She is coming to visit for a couple of days next week when she will expect to see that I have made some changes in my daily life.
So today I went back to our Singing for Pleasure choir for the first time in a couple of months. Everyone seemed very pleased to see me, despite the fact that my reedy voice
doesn’t exactly add depth to our rousing choruses. I’d forgotten what fun it is, sitting next to my friend Sue and giggling over every minor spat between over-chatty choir members and our conductor, the Redoubtable Muriel. To be fair, Muriel
was in a very good mood - we even earned a number of comments on the general lines of “Well done!” We started with several songs about dance, including “I could have danced all night” from My Fair Lady. Rita, who is Quite A Card
asked if we had heard the alternative version, sung by the pregnant ballerina, which went: “I should have danced all night…” Trust Rita to raise a laugh / bring down the tone / tell it like it is (please delete as per your preference.)
Usually I hurry home at the end of choir but today, with my daughter’s advice ringing in my ears, I buy myself a coffee and a toasted tea cake and ask my friend Zoe
if I can join her and her husband at their table in the community centre café. We have a good chat about the Double Adorability of Twins (theirs and mine) - and I feel as if I have had a proper morning out. Later in the afternoon, having also enjoyed
a pampering session in a local Hair Spa, I offer to buy Mr B his favourite KFC for dinner as I feel a bit guilty that I have had all the treats today.
I hear you ask. Well, I think I need to take up an activity which is both energetic and fun, and preferably on a Thursday afternoon. At the moment the choice is between Line Dancing at one community centre and Circle Dancing at another. I am presuming (because
I know no different / better) that one you dance in lines and the other in, well, circles. I think I may partake of taster sessions in both, though I will have to be careful to remember which is which, don’t you agree? Heaven forbid that I should start
circling around during the line dancing or vice versa. Either way (line or circle) it should make for some excellent blog-worthy material. Watch this space!
been a good week altogether for getting my life back. The Nomination Whist Group has reconvened, I have planted this year’s Choice of Seeds, I am back singing with my customary pleasure…
Thank you to everyone who, over the last few challenging weeks, has shown me they care about me. I am thankful beyond words. Worry no more, my dear readers -
I am back in touch with my Inner Weeble.