Greetings from my thighs sticking to my chair, and my elbows sticking to the desk. (SPOILER: Humid.)

Smoking is for the pensive, but coy. To sit on a bench, alone, looking around, noticing the changing of the seasons, *not* looking down at a phone-  you are either crazy or drunk, (luckily, to avoid confusion, I am usually both.) 

To sit on the same bench and smoke a cigarette, nobody would think twice. I do not condone smoking in any way (but my, is that nicotine de-li-cious)- but I do like how it makes you take five minutes out of your day (maybe five minutes ten times), to deep breathe and be present. Wouldn’t it be a grand thing if I could do this for five minutes, ten times a day- sans smoke? The world would surely be better off, and people would maybe smile at each other a bit more. 

I wrote this great, long journal entry the other night that I had planned to copy up onto here, but for what use now? So much has happened in the past 3 weeks, I think I need time to process and learn from it before it can turn into some juicy blog bait. 

Surprisingly, and yet, quite typically- I don’t feel too bad about stuff, regardless of the current situation re: family. It is true that you only ever really do your growing up when faced with these difficult situations: the growing up is in the applying of mascara and going to work even though you’d rather stay in bed and mope; it is saying ‘no’ to a night out because you don’t want to leave your mum at home, on her own, on a Saturday night.

Luckily, and here is the real silver lining, I have been reminded daily of the unconditional support of my family, my dearest and most beloved friends, the boy, and the dog. As long as I have the resilience to just keep on going –  one foot in front of the other, I’m sure this horrible feeling of dissatisfaction will be replaced with a brilliant opportunity to spend my days doing something I love. Double luckily, writing is totally free and is a way I love to spend my day- so thanks, whoever invented writing.

Has this got way too sentimental? It’s too humid in here, I’m not even sweating- just lightly steaming. 

Will write something good and proper, soon(ish). 

Now for some light entertainment, the song du jour: complete with lyrics. (Couldn’t find link to original, it’s already half past ten- and it’s gonna start… etc etc)

Please feel free to read aloud, as if spoken poetry, and stay true to the word.

Humidity is rising 
Barometer’s getting low 
According to our sources 
The street’s the place to go 

Cause’ tonight for the first time 
Just about half past ten 
For the first time in history
It’s gonna start raining men 

It’s raining men
Hallejulah
It’s raining men
Amen

It’s raining men
Hallejulah
It’s raining men
Amen

Humidity is rising 
Barometer’s getting low 
According to our sources 
The street’s the place to go 

Cause’ tonight for the first time 
Just about half past ten 
For the first time in history
It’s gonna start rainin men 

It’s raining men
Hallejulah
It’s raining men
Amen

I’m gonna go out
I’m gonna let myself get
Absolutley soaking wet

It’s rainin men
Hallejulah
It’s raining men
Every special men

Tall blonde dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean

God bless Mother Nature
She’s a single woman too
She took over heaven
And she did what she had to do

She fought every Angel
To rearranged the sky
So that each and every woman
Could find the perfect guy

It’s raining men

Don’t get yourself Weather Girls
I know you want to

I feel stormy wheather moving in
About to begin
Hear the thunder
Don’t you loose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in bed
(Rip off the roof and stay)

Thanks for reading, you old fool. 

T x (that is a huge snog FYI.)