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There Ain’t No Room For Things To Change

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: HOUSE/ROOM/KITCHEN/SHOWER/ATTIC

It feels so good to have a new album from Adele to enjoy – like a snuggly blanket on a cold evening, like comfort food after a long day at work. I really genuinely am enjoying bother her voice and the relatable sentiments she weaves through her songs. I mean…I think she is sincerely sharing her own journey in her songs, but don’t they tug at your heart strings.

I guess I was looking for an excuse to feature one of her songs that you may possibly have heard a lot of recently – but it is a goodan’. The first single from Adele’s new album “30” has received a very warm reception. “Go Easy On Me” is going to be another long-lasting heartbreak song. I actually really admire Adele for being so generous in digging so deep and capturing so poignantly what so many others have tasted themselves.

I have chosen a recent live performance here, but the original video is at the bottom of this post.

There ain't no gold in this river
That I've been washing my hands in forever
I know there is hope in these waters
But I can't bring myself to swim
When I am drowning in this silence
Baby, let me in

Go easy on me, baby
I was still a child
Didn't get the chance to
Feel the world around me
I had no time to choose what I chose to do
So go easy on me

There ain't no room for things to change
When we are both so deeply stuck in our ways
You can't deny how hard I have tried
I changed who I was to put you both first
But now I give up

Go easy on me, baby
I was still a child
Didn't get the chance to
Feel the world around me
Had no time to choose what I chose to do
So go easy on me

I had good intentions
And the highest hopes
But I know right now
It probably doesn't even show

Go easy on me, baby
I was still a child
I didn't get the chance to
Feel the world around me
I had no time to choose what I chose to do
So go easy on me

Written by: Greg Kurstin and Adele Adkins

Inner Yearnings

There are things I have shelved since the start of the Pandemic. I am sure I am not the only one….and for a variety of reasons. Around thirteen months ago I was able to spend a week with Jack in the Lake District in his new property. We were cleaning it up and making it “livable”.

It was there that Jack asked me to be his wife. I had a paintbrush in my hand….smile.

I have not been back since. Jack has. But oh my, I would love to spend time in the Lakes in the house that Jack bought. I guess it is a future joy.

Nature, Lake, Travel, Exploration, Outdoors, Buttermere

There’s A Party Going On

We’re all slightly confuzzled about recent guidance about parties – the direction is about as clear as mud this past week. But there is one thing we know – BLOGGING PARTIES ARE THE BEST!!!

Fireworks, People, Festival, Night, Wallpaper

This weekend THE BLOGGING PARTY you really need to drop into is on the fantastic blog LIFE’S SO COMPLICATED:

If you have never been to a blogging party, this is the perfect opportunity for you – introduce yourself in the comments and please do leave a link to one of your posts so that other bloggers can visit your site. It’s a fabulous chance to meet other fantastic bloggers.

Here in London it is 11:08pm – perfect time to be partying!!!

Our Working Relationship

I asked Jack if I can have a morning off on Sunday. He seemed very serious when he asked why. In case you are wondering, Jack and I work all day Sunday, and as technically he is my boss, I do need to ask him.

I told Jack, I just really feel I need to have a morning when I don’t have to wake up at the crack of dawn. I just want to have the chance to sleep without setting an alarm.

Bedroom, Bed, Sleep, Pillow, The Room, Bed Linen

I think all week I have suffered after the neighbours crazy party last weekend, when they played music so loud that the sofa and then the bed were vibrating. I put ear plugs in, but they did not succeed in drowning out the music.

Ever since I have just not felt right. My head really suffers when I don’t have enough sleep. So I asked Jack if I could have a late start this Sunday. He asked me a question I was not expecting….he asked if there is any possibility I could be pregnant.

It is really odd when your fiance is your boss – let me tell you!!!

Bewildering Beliefs

Sometimes, out of the blue, comes a lump, a painful lump. It is somewhere between my throat and my chest – sometimes higher, sometimes lower.

A sadness, a sense of mourning. I am not always sure what that sadness is over. There are lots of things that go on in this world that grieve me. But I also know that our future is incredibly bright, and will include healing on a scale hard to comprehend.

Landscape, Fantasy, Night, Darling, Star, Lake

Someone said something to me recently which shocked me. This person is someone I am very fond of and admire. They were expressing their beliefs, and I respect people have beliefs, and they may be very sincerely cherished beliefs, but I was shocked.

I am not going to repeat every word of our conversation but they referred to their beliefs including karma, reincarnation, past lives, pre-destination. I expressed my belief in free will and that we can choose to listen to the wise guidance of our Creator or to ignore it, but we are accountable for our choices, our choices have consequences. We can learn from our mistakes and change our course. I said that I feel as if our Creator is like a loving father who deeply cares about us as we grow, and yearns for us to make wise choices. He takes no pleasure in seeing his creatures suffer, and is deeply hurt when his intelligent creatures choose willfully to do what is wrong.

But what the other person went on to say shocked me. I cannot comprehend it still. Maybe they said it without thinking. Maybe they did not realize the impact of their words towards me.

Basically, they said that the only explanation for horrendous crimes towards innocent women and children – like rape and abuse – must be what they have done in their “past lives”. My jaw dropped. I was so deeply appalled.

It was about a month ago….but it’s been on my mind ever since. Beliefs can steer a person’s life, but they can also shape their outlook on the rest of the world, on what they see on the news or read in the newspapers. Indeed beliefs can have a profound influence on how we act and how we react to injustice, to the suffering of ourselves or others, to the disturbing events in this world.

Everybody Needs Good Neighbours

So…there is this bloke who I keep seeing around.

He looks very much like Rupert Penry-Jones, as pictured on the left here. But it is not Rupert Penry-Jones. I know this chaps’ name. I also know his wife’s name. I know where this bloke works too. No, I am not stalking him, he just happened to be one of my customers once upon a time, and he told me random things about himself (why do people do that?)

The odd thing about him is he always used to pay extra for bells and whistles that were completely unnecessarily. It felt like he was flashing the cash. This is a habit that irritates me, so one day I told him that those extras were rip-off noncities and he was a sucker for falling for them – well words to that effect. He made out as if he did not have to worry about his bank balance. In my mind, I thought to myself – what a silly man!

I saw him and his wife getting out of their car a few weeks later and going up to their apartment. I also know that his employers are right at the top of the financial world. Well….during the Pandemic, they seem to have moved in to a house on the road I live on (this is a hooty tooty sort of area).

Since then, we seem to walk past each other two or three times a week…and just as I recognize him, I think he recognizes me. To me he is the guy who wasted money on nothing. I wonder if to him I am that outspoken annoying woman. I also wonder if he wonders how I can afford to live on this road.

I should not laugh….oh, but for some reason I do!

My Weakness For School Supplies

I am careful with my money – well, I have so little I have to be careful. But I realize I have one particular weakness that I need to watch myself with.

It would appear I have an addiction to stationery.

Colour Pencils, Heart, Creativity, Art, School

It started back in my school days. Before we went back to school after the holidays, my Mumma would buy us new pens and pencils for the schoolyear to come. It stirred our enthusiasm for rolling up our sleeves and cracking on with comprehension exercises.

I love the feeling of paperwork being organized and so I have always taken pride in having snazzy files and dividers. I love a well-stocked and tidy stationery supply drawer.

Near to where I work, there are two posh stationery shops….and their window displays are so eye-catching. I am going to try to close my eyes while I walk past them so they don’t put images of gorgeous stationery into my mind that I cannot forget.

There’s Got To Be So Much I Don’t Know

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: SCHOOL/COLLEGE/EDUCATION/CLASS/DEGREE

Children, India, Education, Classroom

I am sorry but I realized last night I had scheduled the wrong post for the wrong week. It totally flummoxed me having to re-jig my schedule at the last moment. I was also grumpier than it is possible to imagine because someone was shrieking and wailing like….well, like a very drunken karaoke singer next door until late late later than it is polite to keep your next door neighbour awake!

So I really struggled to get into my head into gear. The song I have chosen – at the last minute – does not mention any of the words Jim gave us, but it is essentially about getting an education in life itself – learning about what life really means.

This was a song from my schooldays – and it stuck. Echobelly are the band. There is a video at the bottom of this post showing a live performance of this track. But I have included here the song “Great Things” from their album “On” which I must have listened to hundreds of times. Oh how I loved this album. The girls in my class and I, we sang it and I am sure it fired up our bellies to go out there and live!

Now about offering the sozzled midnight crooner next door some singing lessons.

I wanna do great things
I don't wanna compromise
I wanna know what life is
I wanna know everything
I wanna do great things
I don't wanna compromise
I wanna know what love is
Is it something I do to myself

All is fair in love and war
Or so they say and so the saying goes
But I've seen more broken hearts
Than you can count the bullets in the war

Oh what do I know
There's gotta be so much I don't know

I wanna do great things
I don't wanna compromise
I wanna know what life is
I wanna try everything
I wanna do great things
I don't wanna compromise
I wanna know what love is
Is it something I do to myself, something I do to myself

What is life apart from memories of dreams
And friendships we have known
And it smells of childhood tales
And contemplating clothes that you have worn

Oh what do I know
There's got to be so much I don't know

I wanna do great things
I don't wanna compromise
I wanna know what life is
Is it something I do to myself, something I do to myself

Never wanted many things
Except the chance to learn from my mistakes
Funny how you never learn but
Know them when they come around again

Oh what do I know
There's got to be so much I don't know

I wanna do great things
I don't wanna compromise
I wanna know what life is
I wanna try everything
I wanna do great things
I don't wanna compromise
I wanna know what love is
Is it something I do to myself, something I do to myself
Something you do to yourself

Written by: Sonya Madan and Glen Johansson

With A Glow Of Hope In Her Heart

When you have a dream and your blood boils with determination, it is hard to foresee the number of hurdles you will face on the course ahead. Hope is such a dynamic force. Like a ship opening up it’s sails with confidence, a naive young woman can unwittingly sail into fierce storms she never imagined.

When Luciana Ranallo boarded her flight at Bucharest, all she saw was a dazzling future. Her father believed in her. His email to her at Christmas breathed even more confidence and conviction that she could do anything she dreamt of, she could conquer the world. Her mother was not quite as enthusiastic about little her Lucia departing from her home. It was clear that Dorota was full of anxiety about her twenty-one year old daughter, who was as stubborn and strong-willed as her Italian father Marco, who had only been in the same room as his daughter nine times in her life. But Dorota Luciana would never settle until she left Brașov and went to explore the world for herself, starting with London.

Light, Light Bulb, Electric Bulb, Bulb, Electricity

For her sake I am glad that Luciana’s hopes were so vibrant that when arrived at the block of flats in Dalston where a friend of her father’s lived, she hardly noticed the yellow stained walls and ceiling, overflowing ashtrays and recycling boxes full of beer cans and empty sardine tins, and the obnoxious stench floating out of the bathroom.

Luciana was thrilled that she had made it. Tommaso spoke to her in Italian at a pace she was unable to comprehend. She had grown up hearing Romanian and Hungarian, and although she could understand her father’s mother tongue, she missed half of what Tommaso was telling her. She did catch that he was going out and would be back later. He had pushed a pile of takeaway menus in front of her before departing. Luciana was not hungry. She had left her home over eighteen hours earlier, and now all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep.

She sent a text message to her sister asking to tell her mama that she had arrived in London and would call her the next morning. Ten minutes later, she was fast asleep. She slept through the music blaring from the flat above. She slept through the screaming from across the road. She slept through Tommaso slamming the front door when he returned home at half past one in the morning. Sirens from police cars and ambulances did not wake her. Her first night in London was a peaceful one. She slumbered obliviously to the frantic buzz of one of the cities in this world that is never really asleep.

A Winter’s Tale

Last night, at five o’clock – five o”clock!!! – it was dark. That curtain of darkness just makes me want to hibernate.

Dark evenings are going to be here for months ahead. I think I need something to look forward to on nights Jack is not with me. Maybe I could set aside time to work on my next fictional series. I have a character who wants to tell her story so much. I loved writing Annabelle’s story in posts published on my blog, it was such a great way to write. I want to do that again. I want to do that with the a character who has been in my mind for years already.

Woman, Portrait, Model, Knitwear, Knitted, Young Woman

It’s just, it’s a much grittier story. My character is inspired by the real life stories and experiences of some of my friends who moved to London, full of hopes and dreams, from other lands. I want to weave in some of their challenges into the story line. I just hardly know where to begin.

What I have really is a bunch of quite shocking experiences. I guess I have a beginning – a young woman arriving in London full of excitement. I even have dramatic twists – Brexit and The Pandemic – to throw into the mix. The ending I have in mind is a little vague, and I need help with that. But until I concentrate on shaping all of the content I already have in my drafts folder, I am never going to work out that ending.

Perhaps this winter, I will find the time and motivation to let my character’s tale formulate.