It rained practically all day today and we both of us decided to batten down the hatches and settle in to enjoy it. We had to make a quick weekend provisioning trip to Sainsbury’s but that seemed somehow only to provide a soft, melancholy background to the day. I decided, to keep in the spirit of the thing, to upgrade the weekly wine purchase to six bottles of a decent French sauvignon. Sometimes you just have to open the purse a little wider in the interests of general cheer.
So, after fish’n'chips this evening and the last of the cheap dry white we have a deliciousness of French plonk to see us through to Monday. I haven’t checked the weather forecast. It’s not been overly reliable this past week or so and there seems little point in getting all worked up about it. Even so, six bottles ought to see us through.
After dancing the day away yesterday and the day before, I woke with a song this morning. Several songs. Old Bebe Daniels numbers, including one of my favourites:
Imagination is silly
You go around willy-nilly
For example I go around wanting you.
And yet I can’t imagine that you want me too.
Ah. Isn’t that nice? Mind you, my all-time favourite is ‘I can’t love you any more’:
Somewhere around mid-day Graham urged me to stop singing. Hey ho. You can’t have everything.
There are worse things than singing, although do understand the concept of “enough is enough already”–or at least I’m supposed to. Hope you two have a lovely weekend.
Okay ~ I have to admit, I only got half way through that song. Loverly as it was…
Glad to hear you’ve upped it a notch on the wine. As I once overheard a conversation between a bartender and a waitress when she came to tray up her order…
Waitress: “I don’t know why people spend that much money for top shelf drinks”.
Bartender: “It’s all in the hangover, sweetie, it’s all in the hangover”…
I wouldn’t make it to mid day if he heard me singing. Used to be soprano but now either tenor or alto, don’t know which.
Great song! Thanks for turning me on to Bebe Daniels. She’s new to me, but she’s got me singing along this morning and I imagine this song will be stuck in my head for the rest of the day.
A few points here:
Life is too short to drink mediocre wine (goes for nearly everything from coffee to lovers)
In France people say: He’s singing like a pan (il chante comme une casserole) – I kind of like this, it’s very easy to picture!
But I also say (being a non-prof. singer myself and loving it): He (she) who sings has nothing bad to hide (or he/she wouldn’t sing)….
Oh come on, John – you’re not THAT old (LOL)…. although I DID listen to that old song! But I can well imagine you singing along and even dancing around your kitchen furniture. A LOVELY picture
No,. Not stop singing. What’s he thinking not wanting to hear your dulcet tones.