I still will never understand extremes and British attitude. “Its freezing, I wish it was warmer!”, then three day stretch of 21c weather, “Its to hot, I wish it was colder!”. I’m guilty of it, everyone in Britain is guilty of it. Personaly, everyone in Britain is guilty of talking about the weather far to often. It is something I hate as I talk about it on a daily basis. I’m wondering where the cut off it, where everyone will stop talking about it being to hot, or to cold. A sort of purgatory weather system. Then. What would we have to talk about then? Our bad teeth?
The weather is lovely outside. I hope it keeps it up all the way to the weekend, I have sunburn on top of sunburn and I love it. I don’t understand the nay-sayers who condemn walking in the sun, and in there perfect world we would all be pale skinned and hiss when we see sunlight. Its nice, warm and you feel charged for laying/walking/running around in the sun. Of course there is taking it to far and turning into a piece of leather, smelling of biscuits (fake tan) and solariums baking you to a crisp. I’m talking about lovely, glorious sunshine. Granted you may get skin cancer but then you might get hit by a bus. That argument works well for smokers, so I’ll use that one.
I’m still feeling exhausted and ill from the BBQ on Sunday. The beef burgers are my primary suspect. So rather than fill you in on my bowl status, we’ll leave it at that I’m in pain. Hopefully it’ll stop and I can get a decent nights sleep, although good practice for the baby. Things are going well on the baby front. J’s bump is growing by the day, the animals are being protective of her and she’s started sleeping normally now as well. It is week 18 now, so thats mid-way through I think. Apparently the baby can hear things, so will try and sing some songs at her tonight. A few places have said if you play music to them in the womb, and they hear the song when they are born its soothing. I also learned that the reason why baby’s kick when you stop moving is because the walking or moving you are doing keeps them soothed and calm, so naturally, when you stop they kick.
*thinks* so whatever song we use we’ll probably end up hating from over playage. Best not make it an Ozzy song then heh.
Speaking of music. I managed to get one of my oldest albums onto the Laptop which am now listening to. Its significant because its the exact point where I started to notice music, and my tastes matured. Hmm. That doesn’t sound right, it my head it does. Basically the first memory of listening to something that wasn’t pop music or on the radio which caused me to follow a certain path of music.
It was a David Bowie album of all things. I got the cd in 1996? So I was all of 14. Still works now, so take that 10 year expiry date on cds! I remember taping it and listening to it as I rode around on the motorbike I made with a friend at the time. Nice memories. Drive in Saturday? think thats the name of the song which I loved.
The other album was from a film called ‘The Faculty‘. It had Oasis, Creed, Garbage and The Offspring, which opened the doors to music like that. I’m avoiding using genres as I never understood how that worked, much easier to class music as ‘Good’ and ‘Bad’.
I’m rambling so shall stop. But was nice to type as it always relaxes at the end of stressful day.