Sons and Daughters

This could have been the title of one of those nice posts, where I wax lyrical about how wonderful my sons and daughters are. Which - they are. But come on, this is me we're talking about here. No. Today's post could well have been called Earworm: Part Two - The Resurgence. It's happening again, folks, it's happening again. 

TMI alert. As part of my daily routine, I will briefly check my emails each morning during my morning pee, because hello? I'm a Taurus woman, I will multitask whilst doing anything. My time is precious. I could have lied to you and said something pretentious and idyllic sounding like; as I sit out on the patio under the pergola in the glorious August sunshine, whilst sipping my morning coffee and admiring Mr G's Morning Glory (not a euphemism, you dirty buggers), I leisurely check my emails. Painted a really pretty picture for you. But no. To set the scene for you, I'm on the shitter, ok? So, anyhoo, I'm sat there, scrolling and deleting and starring emails for later and then all of a sudden...

Head: Love can happen now, and it happened then...

Me: *scrolling*

Head: Wondered at the time what love really meant...

Me: What? What the hell? What is this? I know this song, but I just can't... 

Head: When it caaaaaaaaaaaaaame, it came from noooooooooowhere. When it caaaaaaaaaaame, it altered my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife...

Me: No. No. Don't say it. I know. I know now. I remember what it is. Not the chorus. For the love of God. Not. The. Chorus. 

Head: Sons and daughters, love and laughter...

Me: Stop it.

Head: Tears of sadness and happiness...

Me: FFS... 

So yeah, that's the latest addition to my Earworm List. The Sons and Daughters theme tune. For those of you who don't know, Sons and Daughters was an Australian soap opera that preceded Neighbours and Home and Away, in the 1980s.  It ended in 1987. The last time I heard that particular song, was in 1987. Thirty three years ago? I can't even. Who knows. I don't know. What I do know is that I've driven Mr G mad with it today.

Mr G: For **** sake Shell, will you stop whistling that bloody song?

Earworm Playlist 2020: 

B*Witched - C'est La Vie; Hear'Say - Pure and Simple; Gotye - Somebody That I Used To Know; Right Said Fred - Deeply Dippy and Kerry and Mick - Sons and Daughters Theme.

I'm quite excited to know what's coming next, aren't you? Surely it can't possibly get any more random than this? 

Head: Hold my iPod...

If Hell had a playlist... or, indeed, if Hell would like a playlist - hit me up Satan. I can sort that out for you no problemo for a very reasonable price indeed ;-) 

Tonight's tea was Chubby Cubs Chicken and Chorizo risotto and a mixed salad. I didn't put the cream cheese in it today, and I preferred it this way. 

Slimming World tomorrow and I'm all eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek right now. Two weigh ins tomorrow, one at home, where I see how much we lost this last week, and the one at SW which will then be our fresh official (re)starting point. I've got our journals out ready, two cans of pop as there's no tea and coffee available, a pack of antibac wipes (as we're requested to wipe down our chairs after the session is over to help out with the cleaning), my mask - not mandatory, just personal preference, plus out of respect for those maybe not as young or healthy as I am. We are picking our friends up, the ones who have been shielding since February, we'll have to leave home about twenty past eight, so that's going to be a rush. Mr G will be in work until 7 so he is going to have to fly once he is home. I've got my outfit ready; my harem pants, hippy t shirt and my ballet shoes, because they're really lightweight. Years ago I would have toyed with the idea of going commando to a weigh in; sadly, these days, I need my knickers to hold my arse cheeks up and gut in. And nobody needs to see me without a bra. Nobody. We have to weigh in what we're wearing, no stripping off and no taking our shoes off. 

And then, my cousin is coming over for a socially distanced, long, long, long overdue catch up, lunch and a few cheeky gins. Yes, in the day! Daytime drinking, how exciting! How totally irresponsible of us :-) Mr G will be in bed, her husband is decorating so she is at a loose end. We're going to go into the summer house and put the world to rights. I'm so looking forward to an actual face to face conversation with someone again. I'm going to see more people tomorrow than I have done in months.