Count To Ten and Start Again!

I have been here half an hour and already I have taken to exile in my room!

my dad is hard on the best of days.

he's been stuck in the house for the past month or so like a bear with a sore head because he's had a haemorrhage in one of his eyes 

(his good eye to increase the dynamics in this tale of woe) 

I have come to spend some time with him before he goes insane.

instead he takes it out on me as if I popped his little blood vessel.

et voila 

me and the cats all on my bed hiding from the beast down stairs!

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Tradition

Tonight as is so often planned we had a BBQ after theSaturday evening session of general conference! It was fun we ate too much we caught up like we always do; it's things like this that I know I'm going to miss! We had the BBQ on Alex's balcony because that was where most of the stuff for the BBQ was and she also lives closest to ASDA...the central point to the life of any student that lives in the Hulme area! After gorging ourselves on meat and cheese...classic BBQ staples we decided to watch fiddler on the roof as we knew we'd be hungry soon enough and I although I now know the words to most of the songs in the first half...had never seen it!

I enjoyed the part that I watched....we talked over most of the second half ....the whole thing is close enough to three hours I'm not sure anything can hold my attention for that long! Things I noted...

Fiddler on the Roof is probably the most irrelevant title ever! it opens with a shot of the fiddler on the roof, he comes down and plays a tune to Tevye (the father in this tale...whose family the story is actually about) maybe half an hour in and then the closing scene he walks after Tevye playing his "little fiddlers tune" the actual story line has nothing to do with the fiddler! I was expecting more a pied piper of Hamlin kind of story...I don't know why, but I was disappointed none the less!

As much as I have just expressed that I feel the fiddler doesn't deserve to be the subject of the title of the 
production I did enjoy the prologue that Tevye starts with based on a metaphor about the fiddler. The fiddler (we) is trying to scratch out a simple little tune while up there on the roof setting himself apart from the others while trying nt to break his neck in the process. It isn't easy! any why does he choose to stay up their....TRadition, no one knows where these traditions have started from but they keep them on the straight and narrow as it were. As a result of their traditions everyone know who they are and what God expects of them. 

We can choose how high the roof we choose to play our tune from is, we choose if we wish to play a tune at all. Many of us play because of tradition, and we can play the same tune as those that have gone before, others choose a different tune to play entirely. Without the traditions their lives would be as shaky as a fiddler on the roof who is struggling to balance on his precarious foundations as he plays his tune.

As we continued to chat after fiddler had finished I noticed a flickering orange coming from the balcony...yes the BBQ had set the balcony on fire....I think we were letting our light shine forth a little too literally!


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I believe in every breath you breath

never let a woman go even when you know 
she can always be replaced, she can always be replaced
tho our lust only grows like anger and revenge,
or beauty comes and goes but love stays until the end

i wrote you a song mississippi is a bell
i even sent you flower's when you fell ill
you've the strength of the greeks,you are gods master piece
you're ever triumph every victory I believe in every breath you breath

and I always imagined you be by my side 
whether I'm hiding in the city or I'm tearing through the wild 
you're only a yoke a noose on my throat 
if your beauty is a fortress then my love would be the boat

I'll fall in love with you I'll fall in love with you I must
I'd consume every part of you to indulge my love lust


never let a woman go even when you know 
she can always be replaced, she can always be replaced
tho our lust only grows like anger and revenge,
or beauty comes and goes but love stays until the end

...never let a woman go even when you know...

with a guitar in my hand or a gun in my hand 
I'd give it all up for her hand in my hand
for her sun on my skin as the morning begins 
I'd die in the dark just to feel your skin on my skin

never let a woman go even when you know

your soul
young love
young lust

treasure every beating heart that sets your soul on fire


...love will set your soul on fire

thank you King Charles

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A friend may well be reckoned the masterpiece of nature...Emerson

Because yesterday was exactly what I needed!

I ate pastry and muffins, drank tea, watched half a film, walked to town, laughed till my cheeks hurt...and my stomach too, was lost in conversation, gave someone a token of my affection, found stuff so i could post another, came home on a high, did more work, was taken against my will and then had a hilarious night only to come home and read that no matter how far apart we may be in distance somethings never change! Time has the ability to change many a thing, colours fade, things become worn, we become tired but friendships have this unique quality of being strengthened by distance and maturing beautifully with time!

As Emily Dickinson said "my friends are my estate"... making me one wealthy woman! 

On a different note...
 my nephew Barrington died after having an unsuccessful liver transplant at the age of 12.

We may not know what tomorrow holds, and we cannot change whatever may lie in store, but we can make the most of today because we know that today is the day we make our mark on the hearts of others.

for all that you do, all I can say is

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"To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing it's best night and day to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting"

- e. e. Cummings
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