Let's Dance

 

 You'd be forgiven for thinking that West Cornwall has been bathed in sunshine this past week. Far from it. That's why it's so much more important to get out there and enjoy while it does bestow itself upon us, don't you think? I've done it all; beach, hill, cliffs, woods, fields and lanes. I've squelched along in my wellies and rather attractive waterproof trousers, with Honey a constant companion. It's felt good people. There are signs of growth and life everywhere. The birds are definitely gearing up for Spring. I even saw a bumble bee, although I'm wondering whether that's a good thing.

In other news, Sam retuned to Uni today. He lugged his ridiculously heavy suitcase onto the train at St Erth station, and was gone. Just like that. I gave him a hug and held it together, but he was already looking away from me and up the line. Looking forward to getting back to his friends. Looking forward to the new semester, and the modules he has chosen. Hoping to audition for another play, and perhaps write for the student paper. I came home and stripped his bed, emptied his bin and tidied his shelves. I had a moment. Just a little one. When he came home for Christmas, it was if he'd never been away. Now he's returned, it's as if he was never here at all.

I am going into hospital tomorrow to have my hideous varicose veins (thank you Oliver) dealt with. They have become more and more painful this past year, and I have become very self conscious of them to boot. I've bought some new underwear for the occasion, because I'm sure Mr McDermott will have enough on his plate with the chunky thighs of this nervous client, who will probably babble incessantly throughout the procedure. Yes, I'll be awake. They do it with catheters and a probe. I've attended to everything lady wise, and am as groomed as a dog in show!

Wish me luck!

Leanne xx

A little tribute to David Bowie

I remember hearing the song 'Rebel Rebel' whilst sat outside my much older and rather fabulous cousin's bedroom. She epitomised cool, and always had very good musical taste. I loved the guitar intro, and the idea of this vampy woman who did as she pleased, seemed very daring to this young girl. I still played with Sindy Dolls and had a poster of Olivia Newton John on my wall. Poor Olivia never really cut the mustard after that, and I replaced her with Debbie Harry soon after.