Where to start, you will have noticed I’ve been AWOL for a while again. Life is moving so fast that the only time I get to sit still is about as long as the ad breaks in Coronation Street! Not that I watch it or anything else on the telly box; is Hilda Ogden still in it? Normal service has resumed, I’ve completely confused you in only a couple of sentences!
On the subject of soap operas I wonder whose life they are meant to be a reflection of. Apparently they document everyday life; they need to walk in my shoes for a while. Every character has a dark cloud above their head and if they actually smiled you would hear the crack reverberate around the world! We all know that reality has far much more colour and happiness to it, as I certainly vouch for at the moment.
Rather than me being like any of the characters you can name from our much ‘loved’ soaps I feel far more akin to a Mister Man, Mr Happy to be precise. Even that is understating it, happy is one word for it; I don’t think there is a Mr Ecstatically Happy as yet (perhaps he is a distant cousin). We all have wish lists, they mainly remain private but we look at them regularly dreaming of them being fulfilled. I’ve had mine so long that I’d not even got it out of the drawer in a while as its contents were emblazoned on my brain.
I dusted it down a couple of weeks ago to make sure that my memory was accurate, I had a funny feeling that magically that the majority of it had been fulfilled but like Santa I couldn’t be sure without checking it twice! Somehow as I’d been going through each day the wish fairy (she sort of looks like Barbra Windsor but not as annoying) had been working overtime.
Not only had my list been brought to life but there was someone with an identical one, right down to the last letter. We go from the grey and dank streets of Weatherfield to a land of riotous rainbow of colour where birdsong is ever present. I have creaking bones and parts of me just don’t work that well yet each step I take has a spring of boundless energy to it. Red Bull gives you wings; I must be on much more powerful stuff than that as I’m in a permanent state of levitation.
As another ‘drama’ occurs in Walford and there is yet more screaming and bawling with general themes of depression throughout I wonder when a scriptwriter is going to follow my path, document the science of two positives colliding and the joyful repercussions of that.
I’ll leave you in peace now until the next time that the DFS sale needs publicity (it’s the final day didn’t you know?!) as I skip into my sunny world hand in hand with the owner of the matching list as you wait for the next time someone has yet another crisis. You could always switch channels and watch my world... it’s a thought anyway.
Have fun my friends.
Enjoy today, look forward to tomorrow.
