So, this is my bed. I’m ‘working’. I don’t think my husband would agree with that, I suspect he’d say I was making a mess. However, I am faced with the fact that I have agreed to teach people to crochet. At my work. So, this is people I will actually see outside of ‘class’, unlike my previous (not too unsuccessful) delves into teaching. Being at my work means avoiding taking books with me, as this could be construed as me recommending them. Which, in all honesty, I probably would be. This is not appropriate. So, I’m going book free. And am therefore, collecting patterns and scribbles in notebooks and on post it notes into one ‘bible’ – something I should have done years ago.
However, in my brain, it’s fine to keep recipes for actual food, play dough, and crochet patterns in the same notepad. Meet the mammylu book…
Anyway, I am listening to iPod. And somewhere between finishing the new eels album and heading for Sam Baker, (I got a bit depressed as I can’t afford to go see the eels and am jealous of those who are), I came across The Lake Poets. So am now on the single ‘City by the Sea’. I’m a single behind and hope to rectify this when husband gets paid on Thursday. The ‘b-side’ (are they still called that?) to this song is called ‘Small Town’ and between the 2 songs, you can pretty much get a rather apt description of where I live. I mean it’s not all gloom and doom, I’m sure there are some nice places, I’ve just never been to them. However, I wouldn’t (maybe couldn’t) actually consider moving away from the sea.
Which is odd really when you think about it. It’s bloody freezing, foggy, soggy and sometimes a bit smelly. But I can leave my house and be at the sea in less than ten minutes.
So I have to agree with the singer, cos
when I die, it’s where I want to be, in a grave, in that city by the sea
So, go to iTunes, download the single. It’s good. Try the new one too, I’m sure it’s good also.
Anyway, I should be working, (and instead I’m shirking). So, good evening all!