If I feel the way I do by watching it, how must Murray feel by doing it?
It was a late night and I feel like a tithe of my normal self. On top of this, I begin my new job feeling like I did on my first day at Hudson Road infants school back in 1957... bewildered, abandoned and ready to burst into tears. I just hope I don't wet my pants!
Actually, I might try the tears just for the guaranteed response. I'm feeling a little mischievous.
Why are they intent on making me be or do something I wasn't employed for? It's like asking a desk to become a plum tree, or a motorway to function as a bottle of milk. Well, I don't want to be a bottle of milk thank you very much...I know I'm feeling light headed but I've no intention of ever being drunk again!
Yes, I know that was bad, but I'm just not in the mood to be serious today.
Perhaps I should take this poem on board by Susan Coolidge who, amongst other things, edited the letters of Jane Austen.
New Every Morning...
Every day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
and older sinning,
And possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
That's what I need to do...take heart and begin again. By all accounts I'm very good at starting things.
I think I'm ready to be an optimist again but, like Robert Brault, can't promise to take it up on a permanent basis.
I'm determined to list the things I need to FINISH, not start. This is my 'finishing' year after all...especially my France jobs. I think they are do-able. Ever the optimist is our Ken.
tbc...and it might be a long list.
I've decided to take my own advice from yesterday and be practical. I've already got a list so there's no need to type it up onto my blog. Besides which, I don't want everyone laughing at me once they catch sight of it.
Mark my words...I'm grasping the nettle this year. These are the words of a man of action who has embraced the concept of closure! Okay, go ahead and laugh, 'cos I'm having a good laugh myself.