Is it just me, or is life getting more and more confrontational, miserable, exhausting and just too damned complicated? Anyone need some simple, light relief? Here it is:
Shall I explain, or are any of you already ahead of me?
I’m back in manic mode with work. On top of an already decent-looking diary, and a second go at my NEBOSH exams next month, I’ve accepted an emergency call to help a long-time client dig themselves out of a hole. Trouble is, it means working at one of the biggest, baddest new millennial workhouse employers the UK is home to. Ten hour shifts, six days a week, and the punchline – a 130 mile / 160 minute each way commute! So yeah, I’m stressed again.
Trouble is, at the moment in the DsD household, we all are. Darcey’s poorly and getting bullied at school; DsMam’s got a new job she’s not qualified for, and hospitalised family left, right & centre; and DsSis is having her musical talents called upon from so many different outfits, she’s got current scheduling conflicts that she’s getting some (imo) very unfair pressure / emotional blackmail over. We’re all aware of each other’s problems, and trying to hold it together, but Ye Gods, it’s hard.
Outside of meal times, it’s rare we all find ourselves in the same room, but the other day we were, and got such a sweet moment of relief, I’ve got to share it with you.
Walking into the lounge, one of the girls was channel-surfing the TV, and a little talking heads montage came on. Various TV celebs were shown all fiddling with the same prop, and as I looked at the screen, one of them got it just right. “Angela Rippon can do the paper bag trick!” I exclaimed. “I tried for YEARS to do that, and could never get it right.”
DsMam smiled and said “You sad man!”, and the girls just looked at their dad with the usual ‘what-on-earth-are-you-on-about?’ faces on. I tried to explain, but I could see I wasn’t getting through. So I grabbed the laptop, and a quick search got me the following YouTube vid. Within 90 seconds, we were all laughing, but the sound of my daughters’ laughter (different to mine & Julie’s because we’re used to the gag), was just a brilliant burst of light in the current gloom. I haven’t heard DsSis laugh like that in just a-g-e-s. “Again, again …” she cried gleefully, like she used to as a toddler over a decade ago.
Simple. Innocent. Funny. Enjoy.