Archive for September, 2010

Born yesterday (Philip Larkin)

Tuesday, September 21st, 2010

Tightly-folded bud,
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,
Or running off a spring
Of innocence and love –
They will all wish you that,
And should it prove possible,
Well, you’re a lucky girl.

But if it shouldn’t, then
May you be ordinary;
Have, like other women,
An average of talents:
Not ugly, not good-looking,
Nothing uncustomary
To pull you off your balance,
That, unworkable itself,
Stops all the rest from working.
In fact, may you be dull –
If that is what a skilled,
Vigilant, flexible,
Unemphasised, enthralled
Catching of happiness is called.

New year

Thursday, September 2nd, 2010

All those formative years of sharpened pencils and shiny shoes at the start of September have left me feeling all new-yeary now, as the mornings develop a nip (is it too soon for a winter duvet?) and the alarm is once again pressed into service after 6 blissful weeks of getting up when we wake up. Or not, if you are a baby who wakes around 6, in which case you are ignored until a more seemly hour. It’s ok to get up at dawn if you can slope back off to bed around 9.

I am toying with re-starting the blog; the trouble with not being excitingly ex-pat with every day an adventure is there is little to write about. And, you know, blogs have moved on: people have facebook. The world is full of mummy blogs and frankly they are all a million times more interesting than my got up, got the kids up, loaded the dishwasher had a lovely coffee mundanity. We will see. But Max does have a new adventure, which is probably nothing to do with his having recently turned 40, and a new blog to boot: he is newly expat in Kyrgyzstan, which reminds me I really must find a map and work out where the hell that is: I visualise steppes and camels and things but am almost certainly wrong.