Suddenly, it gets a whole lot better.
I really am not quite sure why*, but I’ve been in a preposterously good mood all day today, and probably annoying the crap out of everyone else. House move is now supposed to be Tuesday and the atmosphere here is so tense you could scoop it up and pass it off as chocolate flavoured ice-cream. And yet I’ve been bouncing round the house like Tigger on speed, desperately wishing that I knew the words to Little Green Bag but having to resort to humming it incessantly instead.
Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation – I’ve done some very late nights and very early mornings lately. Somehow, sleeping for five or six hours a night gives me a lot more energy than if I sleep for eight. The only reason I don’t do it more often is that I need serious motivation to drag me out of bed in the mornings, motivation which is often lacking.
Or maybe it’s tomorrow’s pending full moon. I always seem to become a marble-free zone just on the run up to a full moon, so it could be that.
Whatever.
/me bounces
In the meantime, a recent discussion in #joiito about The Clangers and how I’m sure I heard one tell the Soup Dragon to ‘fuck off’, resulted in the discovery that this may well, in fact, be true. The Clangers swore their little fucking heads off, according to creator Oliver Postgate, which only makes me love them more.
Finally, thanks to Ingrid over at Me and Ophelia, a fellow Dorset blogger who wrote a lovely post about CnV. Pop over and take a look!
*Actually, that’s a lie. But I am not telling.
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