Lucky pants
So firstly, can I thank you so, so much for all your lovely emails and comments – I was feeling dead sorry for myself, then checked my blog to find all your kind words. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Seriously, I’m not worthy.
And secondly, I had a good old e-chat with my mate, Bea, who had the following wise words to say: ‘One of the things I love about you is that you really love your friends, but you need to love yourself just as much’. And do you know what, she’s right. What’s the point in wallowing and moaning and feeling sorry for myself? What exactly am I going to achieve? Nada. Would C have wanted me to mope around with a face like a smacked arse? Of course not. Would she have wanted me to get into a big spiral of being miserable because I’m miserable? Never! This was the person who could laugh even in the midst of the most dire of situations (she once told D: ‘I’m gonna f*cking haunt you’) which made everyone laugh in spite of themselves. So starting today I’m putting stuff right, saying stuff that needs to be said and then marching on.
I’m a big admirer of Winston Churchill. And the old boy once said that ‘Success is the ability to go from one failure to another, with no loss of enthusiasm’. And let’s face it, he was a pretty damned good role model (well, apart from the cigar, I suppose). So I sat down last night with a big glass of Morgan’s Spiced (yum!), and bloody well counted my blessings. Okay, I’m not a gazillion-selling author, but the commenters on my blog are the bestest gang of buddies one could ever wish for. I’m not the best Mum, but hey, we have a laugh. I’m certainly not the best wife in the world (a fact to which several people will testify), but Hubby and I get along just fine. And I’m not the cleanest person in the world but, it’s a happy household, and if you lean on a counter-top and put your arm in something sticky, well who really cares?
My good mate Isitjustme is facing a similarly torrid time at the moment and said a similar thing about her family – ‘I just keep thinking that this could all be a lot worse… We have each other and our health and you thankfully, have the same in Hubby and your gorgeous boys.’ Churchill also said ‘ a pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty’. And I’m definitely an optimist. So today I’ll be putting on my lucky pants (skull and crossbones from Top Shop) and looking to the future.
Fuck it, eh? We’ll soldier on.
29 Responses to “Lucky pants”
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Woo-HOO!!!!
(winnie the pooh ones, moi)
Thrifty: Absomalutely. Whatever ever happened to that idea. It was such a winner! x
You are the hub around which your family orbit….if you’re down, they’re down, (and if they’re not then you aren’t trying hard enough!)
Anyway, look, it’s understandable to be feeling the way you do, sometimes we all want a hug, losing a friend is bloody hard.
I have a lucky bra and I have it on today, so I will think of you all day!!
Queeny: I know. And I have been taking it out on them, I’m ashamed to say. #1 is especially perceptive to these things and is lavishing me with hugs. And they made me Rachel Allen’s chocolate chip and peanut butter cookies for breakfast this morning too, bless their stinky little feet.
Lucky bra eh? Nice! x
Seriously though Missus *puts on serious looking bowler hat* you’re children are a pair of gorgeous, smart, talented young men and they didn’t ‘lick that off a stone’ as we say ’round here and your husband is obviously silly in love with you in that he’s out mowing love hearts on your lawn.You’ve got all of the essentials for a blissfully happy life as do your small boys and everything els..well thats going to be just fine.
Love to you and yours from the west coast.
I did own a pair of lucky cricket pants once, after a season of not washing them (can’t wash away the lucj can you) they burnt them on the wicket at Northchurch .. very sad.
As for Churchill, I was given a grwat book about him, I didn’t know that he was Prime Minister twice, and wasn’t PM when we actually won the war.
also, his classic two put doens were :
Lady : “Winston, you are disgustingly drunk”
WC : “My Dear, you are ugly, I shall be sober in the morning”
and
Lady “if you were my husband, I would poison your tea”
WC “if you were my wife I would drink it’
Welcome back EM x
I want some lucky skull and crossbones pants – do you think they still have them?
We missed you xx
PS My lucky pants are pink with lil miss sunshine on them
Medbh: You’re a pessimist? Seriously? Thanks though, I’m feeling much improved x
QR: Hmmm..methinks I express too much. But I’m probably a good example of blogging as therapy, I guess?
TM: Aw ta – ’twas your nice comments that got me back to the keyboard. Li’l Miss Sunshine eh? Snazzy! x
Take Care XX
Oh, by the way – you’ve been tagged! Pthththth!
If you disappeared on us I would have to move across the e-pond and spend my coffee breaks reading Moon’s blog and not yours (Not safe when he is already talking boobs)
Lizzy: Ooh, did somebody mention shopping? I hereby volunteer my services as chief shopping buddy… happy to be of service
Bugs: Can’t beat M&S, although I’m gravitating towards Top Shop, that’s if you can bear to elbow your way through all the 12 year olds with flat stomachs! Ooh, a tag? Pour moi? Anything exciting?
TM: Oh no! Don’t defect! He talks about Boobs a lot in person too.
Natural Melons is the description which springs to mind when talking about mine
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