Julia by the Canal

The secret, it seems, to finding a decent Thursday song is just finding a better list. The list I eventually found started with Jess Glynne, but the song that came up turned out to be slightly less cheerful than Leonard Cohen, and that’s not exactly what I wanted for Thursday. It’s not my favourite day. It lacks dynamism and energy and, let’s face it, hope. Thursday is not a good day.  It has, however, given me the inspiration for a poem title – It Always rains on Thursdays – though I don’t have an actual poem to go with it, but it always seems to be a bit of a dip in my mental graph of happiness during the week. I don’t know why, it just is.

Anyway, I managed to find a cheerful song – Mrs Thursday by Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Tich. There are, I’m sure better songs, and more mature choices, but it takes me back to the days when I used to be more interested in music, and bands didn’t take themselves too seriously. It’s a bit like football these days. I’ll listen to a bit of music, or watch (if I have to) a bit of football, but I really don’t want to listen to pop stars and footballers talking about politics and social issues. That’s why I try to avoid politics and social issues on the blog – it’s just an opinion, and like most opinions it has little value apart from to the person speaking. However, it does have the capacity to start a needless argument and offend someone.

Julia on the patio

Having been married for 36 years, I know I don’t need to bother writing a blog if I want a pointless argument.  I could start one now if I wanted. All I need to do is shout through to Julia and she will reply that she can’t hear me and I will ask her what she just said and she . . .

About thirty five years ago someone asked us why we got married seeing as we were always arguing. It isn’t actually arguing, it’s more like the pinging sounds that Long-tailed tit make as they fly round, or the noises kittens, or puppies or piglets make,  make. We’re just letting each other know that we are still around. In fact, now I think of it, I might just go and tell her she reminds me of a piglet.

In case you are wondering, I have shelved the baking for today, as neither of us can remember where the other loaf tins are. We haven’t actually used them since we moved. It doesn’t matter – Thursday and Friday are much the same when you are retired.

Long-Tailed Tits – they make pinging noises to keep in touch. These two appear not to be talking to each other at the moment. He probably said “You remind me of a piglet.” and she probably replied “You remind me of your father.”