had a quiet day watched a couple of films, inc Dr Strange 6/10 so have not written anything new for you. so here's something from last year
All is Revealed ©
By Michael Casey
I only just noticed that the truck parked outside has gone,
I didn’t spot it straight away as I was both deep in thought and pain a few
hours ago. Now that that the pain has gone along with the feminine hygiene
truck, our neighbour empties those bins in the ladies’ toilets, I can see
daylight. I’m happy now and I can hear the washing machine behind me spin
around quietly, we bought a big Indesit and it is ever so quiet, and the two
bells on Totoro’s collar are ringing as she has her dinner.
As all was revealed, or rather the street in front of me It
gave me an idea of what to talk about, yes my writing really is as tangential
as that. I’ve spotted Pakistan reading my stuff on my website so hello to them
and India too. Poland still is in love with my writing not unless its Donald
Tusk and his minions trying to cheer themselves up today, Brexit Day.
With Brexit all is finally revealed, it basically was a method of uniting the Tory party by allowing
a vote, only Cameron got the shock of his life, and as he quoted Enoch Powell,
All Political Lives End in Failure. Now we have a great big adventure. I’ll
leave that there for you all to argue about amongst yourselves.
Ages ago I wrote a piece called Wrapping Paper so I don’t want
to repeat myself too much, though you may say I do that all the time if you are
cruel. Perhaps some things read better in another language, as the French may
boast, so that could explain why Poland loves my stuff. Today though I want to
think about and talk about Revealing, and what a difference timing makes to
Revealing.
Girls wear less and less, certainly on reality tv shows, and
sometimes the largest thing they wear is their sun tan. Everybody sleeps in the
nude too, well I do anyway, ok stop be sick in a bucket, take that idea out of
your head, then I’ll carry on. Though
Julie Dangly whom I used to work with 25 years ago would say you have to wear a
negligee then you have something to take off to get your boyfriend or husband
even more excited, but I digress.
When you negotiate, with your kids, which you have as a
result of wearing a negligee, so you should wear a diving suit to bed, or
massive PJs if you want to avoid kids, when you negotiate, you start high and
end low. You say they have to do 7 chores knowing they won’t, but they may do 6
or 5 or 4 or 3 or 2 or 1. And sometimes 1 is a major victory. Politics or
Brexit is about aiming for the Sun when getting the Moon is what you really
wanted as your least worst option, just watch out for the cow jumping over the
moon, and as for the cat and the fiddle they are a metaphor for those nasty
neighbours who shall remain nameless.
Now where was I, I just had to put the washing out, it
bleeped so I had to hang out our stuff. I could lose my thread but instead it
takes this piece into another direction. Washing, why are we embarrassed by our
smalls, it’s a fine day so the washing goes out but we don’t want the
neighbours to see the state of our pants, our knickers, our panties or our long
johns.
Obviously I have to padlock my pants to the washing line or
they might be stolen, and if you believe that then you believe in fairies, and
if you have seen Peter Pan, I do, I do, I do believe in fairies I do I do. If
you didn’t join in the chorus just then you are and old fart who wears old
women’s drawers. Is that enough emotional blackmail?
I could go on but my daughter has just got home so these
words will have to be enough. I have though revealed something else, talking to
her is more important than talking to you. So today promise yourself that
you’ll talk to your kids more, and not just when you shout at them to hang the
washing out on the bushes or the tv aerials. Because the way your kids are when
they are with you reveals all about, YOU and them, Love shines but fears wilts
their spirits. Reveal what kind of mum or dad you really want to be, then blame
it all on me.
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