Ok so we don't have a fireside. So perhaps I should say sitting by the central heating but it doesn't have the same effect.
Using that phrase makes me think of the song I Pretend by Des O'Connor. Yes that Des O'Connor.
"Sitting here so lonely in the firelight
Listening for a footstep on the stairs
All I have to talk to is the moonlight
Shining on an empty chair."
I liked old Des. He always had a twinkle in his eye and used to get fits of giggles. My kind of person. I liked his singing as well although I really shouldn't have.
Didn't like the song with the lyrics dick a dum dum though. I found that rather dick a humdrum. The lyrics were very sexist and silly a bit like "standing on the corner, watching all the girls go by."
But why am I talking about Des O'Connor? I really don't know. Let's move on.
I was pondering songs that should be re- written. Would love it if you could come up with a few. The one I was thinking of was "Your Song" by Elton John.
"I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live."
Of course we all know that shortly after writing "Your Song" Elton found himself with shedloads of money and presumably more than one house, but he never amended those lyrics.
But back to going out in the evenings. On Sunday morning I did my annual walk round the village delivering Christmas cards. Not too bad in the light and it wasn't too cold. Then in the afternoon the rain came down and I felt like hankering down with the telly and my laptop. But I had been asked to act as a steward at the outdoor carol service in the Christmas lights area of the village, although I wasn't quite sure what this would involve.
I just hoped the rain would abate. It did thankfully and it was a lovely event with some upbeat Christmas songs and mince pies and mulled wine. I have out carol sheets and there were plenty of people to talk to.
My friend Kathy has been accepted onto the MA creative writing course at the UEA. She's hoping to have a novel published.
We came home and I just had to have the best part of a pint of my favourite beer - Adams Broadside. If you like dark nutty beer this is for you. I'm not sure whether given the choice I would go for a pint of Broadside or a pint of Guinness as my favourite. How about a pint of both?
The reason I had almost a pint was that the other threequarters had opened my bottle to pinch some for her beef casserole. It was very tasty.
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I tend to look at anniversaries in number of days rather than years. It means more to me. So I can tell you that on Saturday I will have been alive for 26,000 days. Now try telling me I'm not a dreadful anorak.re to edit.