Yesterday was interesting. My dad used to employ that word when I came downstairs in my going outfit for the night, if he just couldn’t find it in himself to say You Look Wonderful. I know there is a rather less than uplifting blessing that goes ‘May you live in interesting times’ so you get my drift. Not only did I wave off, through lashing rain and a fog of bleary tears, my beloved son and his family after 6 years of knowing they were home and just up the track from me offering chances to babysit, eat birthday cakes, share Sunday lunches, Christmas and Easter feasts or even just a pop to the shop after a wail for milk and bread, plus all ensuing echoes, but more. Two more mores, to be exact, thus far. I relax somewhat knowing the way the universe works, the cycle of life (Birth, Mid-life Crisis, Death), and other threesomes we all know well, but still my Fearty is alert. Allow me to expand on the thing of three:-

After the tear bleary, rain, farewell thingy, I turned back to Myself, resisting the urge to shove her out of my way, she with whom I am left. Suddenly a loud report. No, that is not enough. It was as if a rifle had gone off inside my home. I stilled like a rabbit in headlights. Checking the electricity meter for a trip, requiring the elevation of a chair, my glasses and a torch, I found all switches in the correct position. I dashed upstairs in search of loudly fallen things, the outside for what, a chimney pot, a fallen angel, I didn’t know. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Cautiously I advanced on the evening, or it advanced on me but I was jumpy, I am jumpy here alone. with just Myself and the dog and all responsibility for loud reports entirely on my old shoulders. I watched something, ate something, took myself to bed.

Next morning I went to clean the wood burner glass and AHA! After 18 years of soundless obedience, one pane of glass had split from left to right. That explained the rifle shot. Nothing dead after all. But, and here the rabbit freezes again, can I light the damn thing? Will the glass shatter when I am down the shop thus setting fire not only to my carpets but to those of my semi-detached neighbours? Am I to freeze this winter, me, Myself and the dog knowing that our only form of heating is this trusty and, till recently, obedient wood burner? I foundered on the rocks of this dilemma for some darkling hours this morning, until I shook my feathers, unruffled them and decided to put on a wash. I did as I always do, fill the belly of my trusty and obedient drum with bed sheets etc, add eco wash liquid and softener, set the dial for eco wash (28 minutes) and retired to sip coffee whilst watching the full moon and wishing it was 8 am and. not 6 am. I heard the water come in. Then, nothing. I won’t bore you with the whole try again, stop it, empty the drum, switch it off and on again, check the filter, sort the flood.

So, now (and it is still not 8 am) I am facing calls to my insurers for the washing machine and a further call for replacement glass for the woodburner. I almost can’t face it. More coffee and I can still see the bloody moon all big and round and beautiful up there in the last bit of sky she can inhabit before morning shoves her off his shoulders. It thinks me just as the Fearty calls up disaster mode. I could listen, I am tempted, but I am alone now and not only do I have to sort these myself but I also have a duty to fun and mischief. Ah! There I am, the me I have known ever since my dad wavered with his words. Whatever comes at me, whatever someone else thinks that might compromise my own thinks, I am me. Nobody else is me (and you want to be very grateful for that) and it reminds me of long ago. I remember it, I do, the way disaster hit (so perceived) and it would have been me who found a broomstick and leaped aboard with an invitation to join, for there is always a way to sort things. Perhaps not to completely fix the broken, but, then again, maybe that’s how it needs to be. Inventive thinking, light moving shift thinking, dynamic thinking, outside of the norm thinking, potential thinking, yes, yes and yes.

The world has a strong voice, not loud but nagging. You should. This is, you are, you shouldn’t, it is how it is, accept the rules, give up, conform, accept defeat.

No! that’s what I said, as I pushed aside Myself (she is a bit too conformist at times) and the Fearty, although I am kind to her – she is just momentarily scared, and I made those calls. In 45 minutes I traversed at least 4 continents and met with some delightful people. I hope I have a washing machine engineer coming. I ordered replacement glass for the wood burner and also established that I can still enjoy the warmth of a contained fire in the interim. I walked past the empty house and heard the echoes of children playing, the music, the doors open to let in the sun and found myself deeply thankful for all the memories.

An interesting day.