Stop the world, I want to get on

stop world 2I don’t know about you, but my night-time world can get a bit crazy sometimes. Or maybe it’s more that crazy can seem perfectly normal when I am lying there, neither awake nor asleep.

I don’t know about you, but my night-time world can get a bit crazy sometimes. Or maybe it’s more that crazy can seem perfectly normal when I am lying there, neither awake nor asleep.

Am I the only one who feels at times that I only put my world back together after I wake up? Not everything slots back perfectly into place, but it all fits, kind of.

It’s like waking up is a kind of muzzy rearranging of the cosmic furniture, only I am often left with the uncanny feeling that everything isn’t exactly the way it was. It might explain why we end up with so many odd socks in our house.

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I’m A Nonentity, Get Me Out Of This Parenting Jungle …

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I’ve just told Ant and Dec about my Parenting Plus course …

Okay, I do have a topic, and it’s very much parenting-related … but I’m just in the door and I’m fuming about something else entirely.

What, you ask? Well, you encounter something in human behaviour you hadn’t noticed before and you think, hmm, that’s a bit off; it happens again and you wonder, was it always like this and I just wasn’t paying attention?; you see it yet again and now and it’s obvious: the gates of civilisation are down and the barbarians are inside. Trump is only the worst of it …

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We love our dog as much as we love you

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Bella this morning resting on her cushioned throne

So if Aslan, the lion, can sing about protecting a baby in this Crazy World, why can’t a Cat sing lovingly about a dog — and mean it?

Ah now, Ted, you’ve really lost us there, you say …

Okay forget the lions and the babies, surely you knew the very first song released by Cat Stevens, nowadays Yusuf Islam, was I Love My Dog, back in the dawn of history, or 1967 to you?

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Walking Dublin city blues

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St Patrick’s Park, Dublin  … where the soft drift of mellow voices wafts over me.

Summer girls in summer dresses and young men rippling with confidence and expectation. They are the ones I mostly notice anyway on this rare sun-splashed day in Dublin city as I revisit old haunts and take in new delights. 

An unhurried man in my inconspicuous fifties, I am invisible to these youthful creatures as I stroll up the broad O’Connell Street boulevard.  Continue reading

Roll back those dark clouds and let the sun shine in

sun-rays-coming-out-of-the-cloud-1Don’t you just love those moments when the dark clouds you thought were there to stay just roll back and your whole world lights up?

It’s like someone, somewhere, has turned up the dimmer switch and everything, everywhere, is brighter, clearer, kinder. Lighter.

There you were, lying face up on your bed in your overcast room with your troubled eyes closed but fluttering. Pandering to the voices of doubt in your head, picking at your faults and poking at all your failings. Dulled and disillusioned.

Your eyelids feel it first, the intense burst of light that has tranafigured the rectangular window frame. The burnished walls no longer enclose you  and the whole room is aglow. Mr Bright Side is here — and he’s me!

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