As it is my last Sunday with Goldfinch in England, I have been hoping for a romantic theme for today’s SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY.
The theme turns out to be: BOYS!!!…
…as you can see in the original post from Helen Vahdati, the creator of This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time:
https://helenswordsoflife.com/2018/12/08/song-lyric-sunday-theme-for-12-9-18/
Please feel free to get involved. Pick a song on the theme of “BOYS” and pingback to Helen’s original post!
So this instantly brought to my mind a song which has cheered me up! It is so much fun! 
Just this week I shared it with another blogger who expressed appreciation for Gloria Estefan.
The first time I heard this song was many years ago when I watched the movie “Three Men And A Baby“. I have included the opening scene to the movie with my song of choice for today below. I loved the way this movie and it’s sequel “Three Men And A Little Lady” started.
I hardly ever hear this song on the radio, and I am not sure why. I think it needs more air time – well, over here in England anyway. We love a bit of fun from the past!
There seem to have been two videos made for this release by Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine. The first one I have included is in the style of the musical “Cats” (rather kinky cats!:
Bad boy, bad boy
Boys will be boys
Always get so restless
Nothin’ but trouble
Leave me feelin’ breathless
Nothin’ but trouble
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
You naughty bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
Knew you would
The way you hold me tight
You get me so excited
You do me oh so right
My heart goes beat beat, beat beat
Beat beat
Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
I want you bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
Knew you would
Boys will be boys, bad boy, bad boy
Always get so restless
Nothin’ but trouble
Leave me feelin’ breathless
Nothin’ but trouble
And when he drives me home
I feel safe at night
He’ll call me on the phone
It goes ring, ring, ring
Ring-a-ring ring
Boys will be boys, bad boy
Bad boy, boys will be boys
Bad boy, bad boy
Always get so restless
Nothin’ but trouble
Leave me feelin’ breathless
Nothin’ but trouble.
PERFORMED BY: Gloria Estafan and Miami Sound Machine
SONGWRITERS: Larry Dermer, Joe Galdo, Rafael Vigil
There is another video for the song, which I can only find a shortened video of:
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/09/kinky/
There are so many words to say…
It’s essentially about surprising people by breaking out into a carefully planned and choreographed routine of singing or dancing. Or on other occasions it is a a team of classical musicians who deliver an incredible show for the public. But the most memorable flashmobs have taken place at very busy transport stations – airport terminals, major train stations, public shopping areas.
However, I have had so little time with Goldfinch this past month, that I don’t want anyone else to intrude on my time with him. In addition, there is the possibility that Goldfinch might have hated it!
I am so so sad that Goldfinch is leaving. Oh I can’t tell you!
All week I have been battling memories of Jack and everything that happened between us. I keep on thinking about the cocktail party I walked into only to find that there was only one other woman beside myself and three men including Jack. I was alarmed, why were there so few people there? Both of the other two men (Benny and Tom) had asked me out in recent months. I mentioned them in another post actually:
The morning of that horrid cocktail party, I had made another attempt to settle the situation with Jack. Around half five that morning that I had pushed a note under his door asking him if he was being unkind about me because he was jealous. I told him in that note that I cared about him more than any other man. I told him that although I had lots of male friends I was not encouraging any of them. I stated I was not interested in any other man.
Isn’t it ridiculous that after spending a wonderful year with gorgeous Goldfinch, all I can think of is Jack? I think I should come with a warning / caution label for any future man who sets his sights on me. I have never had the chance to heal from what happened to Jack. I can love. Boy can I love. I can love another man, just as I have truly loved Goldfinch. But the damage is still there, and until I have chance to square things with Jack, I do think he will keep popping up at unwanted times. He will always be a cloud on future joys. A Jack shaped cloud.
Once upon a time…
The good news is, Caramel was able to keep the shoes and the dress(es)!!!
But this is a theme I could not resist! So I am sorry if it all looks a little rushed!
I am going to tag three wonderful bloggers who I am sure are perfect for the “3.2.1 Quote Me!” challenge on the theme of: CINDERELLA TODAY:
Life holds many unexpected twists and turns. Each one of us have had countless experiences which have made us the unique person we are today.
I love the chance to see how other bloggers answer the questions set by Melanie, the creator of 
First of all, I would say, do try not to become isolated emotionally. If you have a problem and you don’t seek help from wise folk, it could lead you to make foolish decisions. If you go through life feeling nobody really understands you – well, let’s just say, that is not wise, and it can be to your severe detriment.
I guess I had the most horrid reminder of how important it is not to be careful about your personal safety. Being on my own, late at night, in a London park has to be the biggest regret of my life. But what led up to me being there, is feeling totally isolated and on my own with a problem I did not know how to deal with. I was crushed. I lost all care for my own personal safety. I have regretted my lack of caution ever since.
This is not a safe world folks. You have to be wise, be cautious and be safe. Sadly, we cannot avoid crime now, but don’t be casual about your personal safety. Don’t put yourself in harm’s way.
I had a bit of a disappointment while I was in the Midlands on the Friday evening a year ago. Some bad news about a male friend who was, well, he was bad news himself really. Sometimes, I wonder why I didn’t see how much of a negative impact he was having on me before that night. That night ended the connection I had with him. He has a lot to think about before he makes promises to anyone else. I tried so hard to make it work with him, but he was such a disappointment. I realized how terribly wrong we were for each other. Terribly terribly wrong for each other. It was like the Princess and the Peahead!…Anyway, moving on swiftly from that miserable page in the life of Caramel….
It took less than five minutes for me to feel comfortable with him. He was the brave one, approaching a stranger. He said hello and asked me some perfectly appropriate formal/friendly questions. He gave me plenty of space. I think he understood that I had my guard up. I answered his questions without imparting any information about myself and I was not particularly friendly, more matter-of-fact, nonchalant. I thought he was just some bloke who was out to enjoy himself (I was not interested in that) but I humoured him because he was not guilty of anything inappropriate or offensive. In fact he was effortlessly gentlemanlike. He naturally knew how to behave, how to conduct himself, how to make a woman feel at ease with him. I felt safe with him.
What made me warm to him was when two young men who were being boisterous and inconsiderate were nearby, Goldfinch was gracious and considerate with me and he kind of shielded me from them. He sat a little nearer to me, but still allowed enough space for probably two people to have sat down in between us. We were having this conversation with plenty of physical space between us, so I did not feel uncomfortable for one minute. Then he sat a little closer, but he asked me first if that was alright. By that point I would have been happy sitting on his lap. I was utterly smitten by him.
As we talked, I realized there was a lot to talk about, things we had in common, points that were of great interest to me. Because it became so noisy, he moved a little closer. I felt so glad that he did. I started to feel excited. I don’t know whether it was me or him, but suddenly we were holding hands while we were talking. Before I could tell what was happening, I was completely enchanted by a complete stranger. But I have never had a moment’s regret that I fell for him so quickly. Nothing he did made me feel scared. He was the first man in two and a half years that made me feel safe and comfortable and happy to be touched.
We spent hours together talking. It was so exciting to me. I was holding hands with a man I had only just met and I felt so incredibly comfortable with him. I loved how easy it was to talk to him. It was hours, but the time flew and it felt like minutes. It is amazing to me that we had an extra hour that night because the clocks had gone back one hour. My extra hour was spent holding Goldfinch’s hand and getting to know him. That has to be the best and most memorable way I have ever spent my “extra hour”!
We carried on the conversation when we went for breakfast (a full English – vegetarian version for me) on the Sunday morning. I remember wearing a blue dress of mine I love. I wanted to look pretty for him. He then had to leave. He already had plans for the day with friends. He asked if he could come back and see me again later that evening. My heart leapt. He said he would call or send a message to say what time he was able to return to see me.
Throughout that day, I felt doubtful that he would come back again. I went shopping and out for coffee with friends. I didn’t think he would call, I didn’t think he would come. But he did. It was so wonderful. He asked if he could visit me in London the following weekend. I was thrilled.
I am going to confess, a cinema ticket costs so much that I normally would not then waste money on sweets and junk food within the cinema. I always have a bottle of water with me and I might sneak my own goodies into the cinema – peanut M&Ms, or Pringles or Butterkist popcorn.
So one guy ordered nachos loaded with cheese and salsa and jalapeno peppers. That was hardly romantic. But bless him, he was obviously very hungry. It was like being on a date with Cookie Monster from Sesame Street.
I make the exception for Goldfinch, who is the most wonderful person to sit next to in a cinema – you will have to take my word for it. He likes salty popcorn, I like sweet popcorn. I clearly love him more than he loves me. He wins! We share a bucket of salty popcorn and I think we have shared a coke too.
Oh I did sneak a box of my favourite snack into the cinema once with Goldfinch. He had never tasted anything like them and was not sure at first. But then he gobbled almost the whole box without me getting a look in!
December
Vegetarian Vindaloo
Ziggy
Ghana
Peacock
The dinner service I use when I have more than four guests. They are so annoying to clean.
Sweden! – wooo hoo!!! The most fun I have ever had!
Blink
The legendary Kriskitch cafe in London – yummy!
Blancmange
The ball
The one that wears his underpants on the outside of his trousers
Pistachio
Oldwife – it is a real fish Rory, honest!
I am originally from the North of England. I grew up on the outskirts of Liverpool. We were actually almost equal distance between Liverpool and Manchester. But it was Liverpool people that lived there. Our family home was on a council estate. It almost felt like a giant Butlins camp – poor quality housing and loads of kids running round. There were lots of families in the town, because it was built in the 1960/70s as an overflow for Liverpool. Lots of families moved in as the houses were so much more affordable.
The North-West of England has a lot of industrial towns and I used to feel overwhelmed with the urban industrial scenes I saw regularly. Some parts of our town were dilapidated, some vandalized and littered. I always wished I lived somewhere that felt more picturesque and cleaner. However, our town was surrounded by beautiful countryside and farms. I started to explore the countryside around our town in my late teens, and realized how very beautiful it was. Just a few minutes walk from our family home was almost like paradise.
Currently I live in London. I have lived in several different parts of London. I live in an area now that feels fairly safe. There is a large green park at the end of my road. I could not survive in London if it were not for the green parks that are dotted around. Around the corner from my little nest, there are many restaurants and shops. It can be very busy here, especially at the weekend. But it is very quiet for me down here in my little abode.
Since my head injuries – mornings are horrible! HORRIBLE! Until my pain-killers kick in, I am a wreck. I mentioned in another post that for a long time I have been able to just take pain killers once a day, first thing in the morning, which I am pleased about.
However, neither am I a night owl. I am normally pretty shattered by the time I reach the little nest after a busy day out and about in London. I long to be in bed of an evening. I love the feeling of slipping into bed and drifting away into sleep.
Ooooo-er I am not sure how to answer this as I am not sure what the question means. You are going to have to help me out with this one. I have just read another blogger’s post where they said their birthstone was a ruby. However, they did not explain what that meant. I do like sapphires and diamonds. But that is mainly because I like blue…and sapphires look amazing with diamonds.
I don’t watch or read much fantasy. I enjoy fictional stories, but i like them set in the real world, rather than a fantasy world.
Nowadays, if I could go anywhere, it would be a part of this amazing planet we live on, which I think is probably far better than anything we could imagine ourselves. I find this planet makes me incredibly excited and inspires within me a huge desire to explore.
If I am on my own, then I just make a snack to eat. I don’t normally cook when it is just me. But my fridge always has salad, home-made hummus, pesto, fresh pasta and home made veggie soups. I always have a variety of different crispbreads in the cupboard. I have avocados too. So it is easy and quick to rustle up a snack for myself. I don’t like having a heavy meal in the evening.
I have always loved working on construction sites. I find ground-works hard going now though. You have to be strong for all the heavy work. When I was younger I loved digging trenches and helping to prepare the footings for a concrete foundation. But just the thought of that right now makes me feel tired! I love roof tiling and plaster-boarding. I love all the work painting and decorating too.
I love working outdoors. I have worked as a gardener and I loved it, but I needed a lot of supervision because I didn’t have much knowledge. I became quite the expert with the drive-on lawn mower. But I would love to have proper training as a gardener, so that I had more confidence.
I have been writing long letters and e-mails to friends since I can remember. So I think that letter writing, with a personal touch to people I care about, is a life-long habit.
But it was Stuart who kept on saying I should start blogging. I didn’t know what blogging was at that point. Stuart helped me a lot. More than I think he realizes. This may sound strange, but I moved to this part of London to be nearer to Stuart, but it did not work out. I think timing had a lot to do with it. I still was struggling with men after being attacked. I feel bad, but at the end of the day, I was not the one who pulled out, Stuart was. I wanted it to be him that made me happy to be a woman. But I think at the time it was too much pressure for both of us.
Some time later a friend, who has been blogging for a long time, helped me to set up this site on WordPress. He suggested publishing some of the stories I had of how I have embarrassed myself over the years. He thought “lessons in life” could be the main theme of my site. I think from the start I knew I wanted to write about the events that had crushed me in previous years. But I also felt strongly that it would be exhausting for me and readers if every post was about challenges. I didn’t want anyone to think of Crushed Caramel as depressing, negative laments. I wanted to enjoy blogging and I really wanted others to enjoy what I came up with.
I am really thrilled that the writing prompts and challenges created by other bloggers have given me many opportunities to produce light-hearted fun posts that balance out my site. I feel better about having the occasional post about some of the things that have made me heavy-hearted at times.
My own favourite post is a poem I wrote twenty years ago:
You may have noticed how much of a fan of “SONG-LYRIC SUNDAY” I have become. It is a musical extravaganza. I love how many completely different songs are offered up by the various bloggers who get involved.
I worked for a record company during the Britpop era when the likes of Oasis, Blur and Pulp were in their heyday. There were a multitude of British bands that were incredibly popular at the same time.
Caramel 