Rhyme and No Reason!

Blogger, author and rhymester who likes to find the humour in life.

Episode 75: Hitting A Bum Note! — December 14, 2014

Episode 75: Hitting A Bum Note!

What was  it about your partner that attracted you to them in the first place?….I have known Mr Grump for 30 years now in total, but we have only been together this time for about 6 years. The story of how we met is here.  Anyway, back in the 80’s, I was attracted to his spiky hair (now he has none), his flirtatious manner (that ended up splitting us up), his dress sense (he used to resemble Midge Ure), and lastly his sexy bum! Now of course, I am not as shallow as to go by looks alone;  he has a great sense of humour (that is vital for me), and a very thoughtful nature.

Last night Mr Grump had a couple of drinks, and as is normally the case on these occasions, he put some music on. Another thing that we both have in common is our fondness for 80’s music (much to Miss Hap’s disgust)!  As we were on our own last night, Mr Grump decided to do some  dancing for me which included a bit of ‘twerking’! I don’t know if it was supposed to be sexy or something, but it had the opposite effect and I roared my head off, it was so funny.For a start he hasn’t quite grasped what ‘twerking’ is. As old and unfashionable as I am, I have Miss Hap to keep me up to speed on the latest dance moves of which she excels, (thank God she doesn’t have my two left feet) Mr Grump thought that wagging his bottom about in front of me, is what it’s all about. Such a shame, bless him. The once sexy bum that he had in his youth has kind of disappeared and is now completely flat!

I did tell him this last night, and he reminded me of a time when he and myself , sister and brother-in-law, and niece and her fiance were out for an evening together. For some reason the men went on ahead and the three of us were chatting as we walked behind them. I don’t know where it came from but a remark was made along the lines of,

“Look at that, three men and not an arse between them”! I think our penchant for a nice peachy rump must run in the family, but all we have got between us is one,as flat as a pancake. one whose trousers are halfway down a non-existent arse,as there is nothing there to hold them up, and one who is  very tall and skinny  with legs up to his armpits and no bum in the middle! (Luckily they do all have other qualities that outweigh their lack of pert derrieres).

Mr Grump treated me to a bit of ‘Dad dancing’ instead seeing as his ‘twerking’ wasn’t cutting it with me. Realising  I was still unimpressed, he gave up totally, got the ironing board out and started cracking on with a weeks worth of ironing, whilst listening to the music!  Now THAT is an attractive quality in a partner!

Episode 74: It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas……. — December 13, 2014

Episode 74: It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas…….

Today I could no longer put off the inevitable and it was time to put up the Christmas decorations!  Miss Hap was getting excited and, given her way, they would have been put up a couple of weeks ago! I had asked Mr Grump to get the decorations out of the loft  last night as that is somewhere where I NEVER venture. It is far too dangerous for someone as clumsy as me. For,if I don’t break my neck getting up there, one wrong move could send me plummeting headfirst over the bannister and down the stairs. I spend enough time at the hospital as it is, and did not want to experience it ‘from the other side’!

My morning didn’t exactly start very well. I have been bone tired this week for some reason. Mr Grump was on an early start for work this morning and had sneaked out about 5am. Unfortunately for me, Miss Hap heard him leave and the next thing I knew she had got into my bed and decided it was high time I got up. I did so very reluctantly as I still felt shattered.

Anyway, once I had finally come to, after several cups of tea, we decided that we would  take the dog out for her walk before we did anything else. Now Roxy gets really excited  like most dogs when she sees her lead, and it took me a while to clip it on her collar as she was dancing about wildly.Once fastened, we headed for the front door. Oh, its locked, and Mr Grump has the key. We can’t get out! As he left so early, he locked us in. I looked around for my keys but didn’t have them as they were on the key ring with my car keys, and my car had gone to be fixed! Great! Roxy is going berserk, frustrated at us not going anywhere!

I decided to phone Mr Grump as he was due home soon, and I wanted to know how long he would be. He answered but was nowhere near home,and the job was talking a lot longer than expected! He told me that I did have a front door key at home in my bag. I turned out my handbag, work bag and coat pockets, no key! I knew there was no bloody key anyway,, it was with the car! I phoned Mr Grump back to rage at him for a bit as I was mad; the dog was going crazy, Miss Hap was moaning loudly as we couldn’t get out of the back gate either due to something that was Mr Grump’s fault! The poor dog had to settle with being ran around the back garden on her lead by Miss Hap, so at least it appeared she was being taken for a walk!

I was not feeling  that festive by now, but we put on one of the music channels for a bit of Christmas music, and Boney M’s Mary’s Boy Child had me singing along loudly and tunelessly. lifting my mood completely. Myself and Miss Hap even managed to lift up the heavy box with the Christmas tree in,and transport it downstairs without injury or harm to either of us or the tree! Plus it only took two attempts to correctly assemble it! The end result was lovely though, and we enjoyed ourselves singing and dancing along with the music as we decorated the tree.

Mr Grump came home soon after we finished, and took poor Roxy for her walk. When he came back he dangled my front door key in front of my face, which he HAD thoughtfully separated from the car keys. It had been hanging up in the kitchen the whole time on my Betty Boop key ring, but he didn’t think to tell me it was there!

He wasn’t off the hook though as the rest of the decorations still needed to be put up around the room, plus the lights outside!  That wiped the smugness off his face! Miss Hap decided to bugger off to Nanny’s as her job here was done. I however, was designated drawing pin holder…..’It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas’!

Episode 73: Mind Your Language! — December 12, 2014

Episode 73: Mind Your Language!

Earlier on today I read a post by Wendy of the Rock where she talks about her love for bad language, particularly the ‘F’ word and how this used to upset her mother, but now she has become used to it.

I could really relate to this post, mainly as it brought back memories of how strict my mum and stepdad were  when me and my siblings were growing up. I have to say that as a little girl, I was not much of a swearer, in fact I was very quiet and a bit of a ‘Goody Two Shoes’. Well truth be known,back in the ‘olden days’ we didn’t really hear much bad language, not even on the TV (Mind you I had to be in bed before 8 until I was about 12 years old)!

I never heard my mother swear at all, growing up, (I don’t really count ‘bugger’ , ‘bloody’ and ‘Christ’ as swearing. She did let the odd ‘shit’ slip out though (Ha Ha!  bit of a double entendre there). Woe betide any of us that dared say any of those words though, We would be threatened as Wendy was, with our mouths being washed out with soap. My stepfather was a bit different though as he had a broad West Country ‘oooh-arrr’ type of accent that made us laugh, especially when he described someone falling as ‘going arse over tit’. Commonplace now but shocking to us kids back then. Mum would give him a bit of a look but he was oblivious to it anyway!

I remember when I was about 9 years old, and desperate to grow up quickly, was upset about my deficiency in the boob department. We had been singing Christmas Carols at school. A line from ‘In The Bleak Midwinter’ had piqued my interest, which was …’a breastful of milk and a mangerful of hay’. Hmmm, did that mean that if I drank a lot of milk then a would get big boobs, which I desperately wanted ( I was very innocent back then). anyway I asked my Mum for a glass of milk, and for some reason told her why I wanted it. She asked me to repeat what I had just said,

“To make my breastful of milk grow bigger” I chirped. WRONG! I got a clout for that!. We did not discuss intimate body parts in our house, not even allowed to say ‘bum’. Bottom was the correct term for everything front and back, girls and boys! Sex education we learned at school (or from other kids), and I dreaded telling my Mum when puberty started!

I would never swear in front of my older brothers and sisters either, particularly my eldest sister as I would probably get a smack off her as well (she dobbed me in to my Mum when she found a packet of cigarettes on me when I was 13)!!! Funnily enough Mum wasn’t as mad about that as she would be about us swearing!

My younger sister was and is a lot braver, and much feistier than I am. I remember once when we were teenagers; she was sleeping in my room, and as we used to fight like cat and dog then. I for once got really angry and told her to ‘piss off”. Oh, no, Mum’s room was next door and sure enough my step dad yelled, but at my sister, not me! No-one thought I had it in me to use such language!

Now of course. Mum doesn’t seem to mind her grand-children swearing, in fact she has been known to come out with a few choice words herself. Not only that she openly talks about sex (CRINGE), and has a filthy mind we’ve discovered. When we have large family gatherings we quite often end up playing games, and although they always start fairly innocently, ‘consequences’ ends up making an appearance, and the filthier the better! For those unfamiliar with it everyone starts off  with a bit of paper, you write a girl’s name on it, fold it over, pass it to the next person and they write a boy’s name on it, fold it over, pass it on, write where they met, what they did, what he said, she said and how it ended up each time folding it over and passing it on. when that is over, you take it in turns to read out all the combinations. It is a playground game really, but you can get some VERY interesting scenarios if you have a dirty mind!

It is odd though that I still have that fear (or respect) in me that will not swear in front of my Mum!

Episode 72: It’s Been A Funny Old Week! — December 11, 2014

Episode 72: It’s Been A Funny Old Week!

This last week has overall, been bittersweet for me. As you know, I have only been blogging since the middle of September, and there are many things I am still ignorant of. The prime reason for me actually doing this blog was a bit of an outlet for me really. I have a wicked sense of humour and love a good laugh, but I also seem to be always making a hash of things.  I thought it would be fun to share some of my stories, in the hope that it would make someone else smile. That, in turn would give me pleasure, and everyone’s a winner!

I have been very lucky indeed since I have started my blog, that people have actually ‘got’ what I am about, which is mainly taking the mickey out of myself, my long-suffering family, and situations that I might find myself in. All of this was written with tongue firmly in cheek, (although of course, these events really did happen)! I have just described them from my viewpoint , which is to try to see the funny side of everything. I have never intended to offend anyone or be malicious in any way. (I deliberately steer clear of politics etc as I want a light-hearted blog, not a heated, raging debate)!

Anyway, a week a go today I wrote a post after going to my daughter’s school concert. I did my usual, in the fact that I wrote about the things that struck me as funny. I did finish the post by saying how much I enjoyed it, and how hard everyone had worked on it,

The very next day, I got a lot more traffic than normal, the day after , even more, and that particular post was getting the most hits. I thought that was a bit strange, but then I received an anonymous comment reprimanding me gently that the musicians had worked very hard. I replied that yes they did and I had acknowledged this. I was more concerned to think they had been at the SAME concert! How the hell did they know I had written that? I have tried to keep myself pretty anonymous, and have never named the town where I live or anything. It then dawned on me that my daughter had told them! She admitted this eventually as she thought it might get me some more traffic!

Too bloody right it did! The kids must have shown each other it, but were really upset about what I had written. I was mortified, and put an apology in the bottom of the article, but still I had another anonymous comment (well I don’t think Santa would have time to write to me just now) making me feel worse, so of course I removed the post completely.

I wanted to be inhibited in what I wrote, but I will certainly be a lot more careful in the future as I don’t want to (unintentionally) hurt anyone’s feelings, It is ironic that the most views I have ever had have been for the post that ended up being the least funny!  I have a lot to learn!

Episode 71: New Years Resolution – With a Twist!!! — December 10, 2014

Episode 71: New Years Resolution – With a Twist!!!

After the Christmas over-indulgence normally comes the New Year resolutions. You know, the pledge to hit the gym, lose some weight and get fit, which is all very well in theory, but in practice lasts until the beginning of February (at a push)! The same goes with packing in smoking; for many the desire to give up is there, but the cravings are just too strong and it all ends in tears (and a packet of fags)! I think we put too much pressure on ourselves to give up all of our vices at the same time and on the same day! I am fed-up with being ‘good’ and my New Year’s Resolution is to find a new vice……

As I have mentioned (more than once, probably), I have given up smoking (am in my third month of being smoke-free), and  due to being recently diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes, have also had to cut right back on the sugar, as well as lose weight! Two of my favourite pleasures in life were smoking and eating, and now I have had to give them up and I’m bloody crabby! This Christmas I will not be scoffing Christmas Pud with a huge dollop of cream, nor will I be indulging in the sherry trifle. In fact I can’t even have a bloody mince pie!

I wont be crowding round the back door, or standing outside in the freezing cold/pouring rain/ or icy snow having a sociable  cigarette with family members as half of us have now given up. (Yes I know it is a good thing, but we all actually ENJOYED smoking)!  No… we will all be piously snug and comfy in the warm, laughing at the poor buggers who still indulged, huddled up against the cold, whilst secretly wishing we could just have one little puff!!

Don’t get me wrong, I understand  that I needed to make these changes in order to become healthier and, it was down to my bad choices that I ended up with diabetes, but I haven’t got any vices now. I’m not used to being a Mrs Goody Two-Shoes having smoked since I was about 13 years old, so I am looking for a new vice for the New Year!

Now, finding a vice is not going to be easy, as two have already been ruled out! Drinking is not an option either, Firstly because the last time I had too much to drink I had a hangover for 2 days, and with Miss Hap being as energetic and exuberant as she is, that combination is OUT!  Going out ‘on the pull’ is also a non-starter. Not only will Mr Grump get the hump, but I am well past my prime (If I ever had a prime), and it would be too much hassle to doll myself up every night to try to look half-decent.

Becoming a shopaholic sounds fantastic in theory, (who doesn’t like new and sparkly, things) but we have more than enough clutter in our house already, plus you don’t get a lot of sparkle for your money on my salary! Hmmmm it is not as easy as I thought trying to find a new vice.

Anyone got any ideas??

Episode 70: Growing Up Too Fast! — December 9, 2014

Episode 70: Growing Up Too Fast!

Miss Hap decided to surprise me this morning. She was up pretty early and thought it would be nice if she finished off making my breakfast for me whilst I was having my bath….

Now I am a creature of habit, and routine (I CAN do spontaneous, but it’s not easy)! When I am working,my breakfast consists of a hard-boiled egg, wholemeal pitta bread, and a little cheese sprinkled on top. Anyway I had put my egg on to boil, and halved the pitta, which I shoved in the toaster, then I went up to have a quick bath, by which time everything would be ready.

I came downstairs to be greeted by Miss Hap in her pyjamas looking despondently at my egg, still in its shell on the worktop.

“Sorry Mum, I’ve broken the egg slicer”, she said dejectedly, “but I’ve fixed it with Sellotape!”  I followed her gaze to my patched up egg slicer. One of the wires was broken and had been taped securely to a couple of the others, rendering the whole thing pretty useless. I reassured her that it didn’t matter, and for now I would just cut up the egg. I could see that she had thought of that as the egg was positioned on the chopping board with a butter knife close by. This was presumably to cut the egg up through the shell.!  I showed her how to crack the egg in order to peel the shell off, which she did for me chunking off quite a bit of the white with it, in the process. What was left of the egg, I divided into the two pitta halves!

I have made a bit of a rod for my own back by not teaching Miss hap to do any chores, and I suppose at 11 years old she should be helping out around the house. I know me and my sisters certainly had to at her age; that is partly why I have left it so long for her.

Due to her inheriting my clumsiness, I have not allowed her as yet to wash or dry the dishes unless there is anything unbreakable, as I didn’t want all my crockery landing up in a smashed heap!  she is allowed to make cups of tea and coffee (that is a MUST in our family) but doesn’t bring in the finished drink as she worries that she will get burnt! The one time she did bring it in she used the oven gloves (she is high on initiative, if not common sense)!

She doesn’t have to do any vacuuming (I worry that either the vacuum will get bashed to smithereens or the furniture will), She will sometimes help me hang out the washing though (well she will hand me the pegs at least)and on the odd occasion has helped me clean the bathroom. Other than that, she doesn’t even run her own bath, as again she worries that she might burn her hand on the hot tap, and knowing her, I worry too, so do it for her!

I think I probably mollycoddle her a bit too much;  I must admit I am surprised when I know some kids get up and make themselves breakfast, which my daughter never does as, left to her own devices, she would raid the crisps or something.I don’t want her to grow up too fast, but neither do I want her not to be able to do anything for herself when she is older.

What do you think? Is 11 too young for chores?

Episode 69: The Harmony and Peace Award. — December 8, 2014

Episode 69: The Harmony and Peace Award.

I would like to thank Tonya, who writes Fourth Generation Farmgirl for nominating me for the Harmony and Peace award. I am very flattered to be considered,and thrilled to accept.

This is a relatively new award created by the Idealistic Rebel

~IN HER OWN WORDS~

“I created this new award to celebrate all those who promote Harmony & Peace, and who add Love & Beauty to the world through their Blogs and through their lives. Their Positivity makes the world a better place for all of us.”

~The Rules~

  1. Give this award to seven bloggers who have added Harmony & Peace, Love & Beauty and Positivity to the world you live in.
  2. Let them know that you nominated them.
  3. Acknowledge the blogger from whom you received this award
  4. Display your award on your blog, because you have earned it!
  5. Continue to live in Harmony & Peace

These are the blogs that have made an impact in my world:

Breathing Life

A diary of the second half of life. A life that includes parenting, depression, love, humour, faith, and grace. Not necessarily in that order. This lovely lady is also very creative, crafty, intelligent and wise. 

Wendy of the Rock…’Coz No woman’s an Island

This blog is very funny,and honest, and one that I enjoy immensly

Going From Here To There

This lady has a very similar sense of humour to me, and I love the way she can laugh at herself!

Fill Your Own Glass

A realistic approach to an optimistic life. This was one of the first blogs that I followed. I love the way she writes, and her clever use of language. She is a lovely person, whose posts are always a pleasure to read.

Moco-Choco

Moco-Choco is a blog about pretty, rare and unusual things! This blog has loads of beautiful and interesting things to look at, which brings a smile to your face.

Leila’s Mixtape

I like this blog because it very often incorporates a song that reinforces a message. It can make you laugh and cry, but it is always heartfelt and honest.

Storytime with John

pull up and listen…I’ve got a funny one for ya…I have to include this blog even though it is already very popular. It is so funny, original and downright silly!

Episode 68: Standing out! — December 7, 2014

Episode 68: Standing out!

I have always battled with shyness, right from when I was a very little girl, hiding behind my Mum or brothers and sisters.It is one personality trait that I wish I didn’t have and have spent years trying to overcome….

Coming from, and growing up with a large family, you would think that I would be a lot more outgoing and assertive, having had to fight for my share of attention over the years, but no, I was the little mousey one, who in fact, never wanted to draw attention to myself in any way! Unfortunately for me though, I am extremely clumsy, and always have been, so there have been many times in the past when I have unwittingly been the centre of attention.

Once, when I was about 12, some of my siblings and I were visiting my Dad,we went for a walk along the prom. I was linking arms with my older sister, but somehow managed to become separated from her and I tripped and fell 6ft onto the sand below (luckily the tide wasn’t in). My Dad was frantic and came down to get me. Luckily I was unhurt, but of course it caused a bit of a commotion.

Another time  I was swimming in a pool with my little sister who was wearing her inflatable armbands (she was about 5 and I was 7). My Mum and Step-dad were watching from the side as I was bobbing about holding a football to float on, and my sister splashed about nearby. I floated out of my depth and the ball slipped through my grasp, leaving me floundering and going under as I couldn’t swim. My little sister tried to get to me, but the next thing I knew I was being hauled out of the pool and pummeled by an old lady, who had seen what had happened and jumped in fully clothed, sunglasses and all  to hike me out. Again, this caused a bit of a fuss and I cried, not only because of the fright I had just had, but because everyone was looking at me!

It didn’t really get any easier as I got older, especially as my Mum moved around quite a bit with her job and we had to change schools each time and make new friends. I always dreaded it; the worst time was when we moved from north to south England so even our accents made us stand out! My younger sister and older brother who were still school age were much more outgoing so didn’t seem to find it such a pain as I did!

When I was 14, I got a part-time job in a cafe, working weekends. I couldn’t have picked a more unsuitable job for my personality if I tried! I had to approach customers, get their orders and deliver food to them without knocking it all over them. I remember once plonking a plate of fish and chips down a bit heavy handedly in front of a customer and half of it slid off of the plate and onto their lap. I scrabbled about picking it up, putting it back on the plate and apologising. What made it worse was when I took the plate out to the kitchen,  and told the female boss (who terrified me) she just rearranged it back on the plate and told me to take it back out there.! That was dreadful as it had taken ages for them to get their order in the first place and they would know that we had just brought the same food out, Needless to say I did it, and the customer said nothing.

I joined the Army as I thought I would overcome my shyness, plus it was something I really wanted to do. I got humiliated many times during ‘drill’ for cocking it up, but then so did everyone else, so it wasn’t that bad. I hated going into the cookhouse as it was so busy but I loved my food so I did it, rather than go without! The experience helped a bit but I was still quite shy.

Social situations were always a nightmare for me. I would talk to people one-on-one but I could never just go up to someone and start a conversation, so people probably thought I was stuck-up and aloof, but I would have loved to have talked to them if I wasn’t so worried that I would put my foot in it or say something stupid!

I do love people and once I went into nursing I really enjoyed it, I applied for the job I have now and when I was accepted, it meant starting at University plus moving to a different ward in the hospital where I knew no-one. I am determined, even if shy, so I did it. Uni was a real struggle at first as nearly every week we had to get out in front of everyone and either do a presentation, or a discussion about things. It took me nearly the whole 2 years to be able to do it without tripping over my words and going bright red.

That is when I finally turned the corner I think. I love the staff on my ward, and am confident about my job, so will actually talk to doctors now(before I kept out of their way). I have been asked  to give a little talk to the new recruits on their first day that have signed up for the job I do This can be 20 odd people in a room that I don’t know but not only have I done it once, but twice!

Even now I have to psych myself up to go somewhere new or attend a large social gathering and I am still clumsy ,and draw attention to myself. However  now I just make a joke of it, laugh it off, and it will probably end up in my blog to cringe over!

It would be great to know how others deal with their fears or personality traits that hold them back.

Episode 67: Christmas Crooning! — December 6, 2014

Episode 67: Christmas Crooning!

One thing that did strike me as funny yesterday, (whilst having a miserable day) was listening to two of your young nurses in their early twenties singing along to all the ‘Classic’ Christmas songs that were playing, despite them being made well before they were even born!  Now, being in my twenties myself (with an additional twenty years experience) I can remember when some of these hits came out first time around….

Was it really 1973 that Slade first assaulted our eardrums with “It’s Chriiiiiiiiiisttttmasssssssss”? (Merry Xmas Everybody). Wizzard also came out with their timeless  ‘So Here It Is Merry Christmas’  the same year. I loved the video to that especially when the kids sang their bit at the end. Elton John and Paul McCartney also had a go with their Christmas attempts and good old Sir Cliff Richard (bless him) trots out a Christmas song every year (Everyone loves a Trier, and I even quite like ‘Mistletoe and Wine’, A-hem, perhaps I should have kept that quiet!)

Johnny Mathis with his version of ‘When A Child is Born’ always brings a tear to my eye, as does Mud’s ‘Lonely This Christmas’ (despite his dodgy Elvis impersonation)! Whereas Boney M’s  ‘Mary’s Boy Child’ will have me jigging about as it is so upbeat and cheery. Jonah Lewie’s ‘Stop the Cavalry’ is great too. Shakin’ Stevens singing ‘Merry Christmas Everyone’ reminds me of my great friend Karen and the Christmas back in 1985 when we were both in the Army, and had landed up on duty over the entire Christmas period. (We did manage to have some fun though)!

The other great Christmas songs of the 70s and 80s have got to be Wham’s ‘Last Christmas'(I have to say, that one does get on my nerves a bit now), and John Lennon and Yoko Ono’s ‘Happy Christmas (War is Over)’ My favourite of them all though has got to be the Pogues and Kirsty McCall with ‘Fairytale of New York’. I just love the story of two drunks, scrapping one minute, lovey-dovey the next.

Of course, Christmas songs were around way before then, and many of those are included on the typical compilation album that gets dragged out by the shops and offices around mid November to get us ‘in the Christmas mood’. Everyone loves Nat King Cole singing ‘The Christmas Song’. It can’t fail to bring a warm and rosy glow to your heart. Good old Bing and his ‘White Christmas’ , so moving. Then we have  the sultry Eartha Kitt with her ‘Santa Baby,’ Ooooh, saucy! I also like ‘Let it Snow’ and ‘Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas’ for a bit of sentimentality.

The 90’s and 2000’s do not have a lot to offer though in the Christmas song department. The one huge exception of course is the dulcet tones of Mariah Carey belting out ‘All I Want For Christmas is you’. Oh Destiny’s Child did ‘The Eight Days of Christmas’.Personally I love the Darkness and their ‘Christmas Time (Don’t Let The Bell’s End)’ Silly song and great video. (Where the hell do they get those leotards?)!

I also love some of the traditional Christmas carols as well, ‘Silent Night’, ‘O Little Town of Bethlehem’ and ‘Once In Royal David’s City’ to name but a few! These are even better when sang by a children’s choir. I remember taking my daughter to the Christingle service at church when she was about 4, and it was so lovely hearing them singing ‘Away In A Manger’.

I know a good many of these songs are re-released every year, or they are on the compilation albums, but for me especially, because the 70s and 80s music is so great (as I may have mentioned before, I live in a music time warp) I am glad that I remember them from the first time around.

What’s your favourite era for Christmas songs or do you prefer the traditional carols?

Episode 65: Drumming up a Tempest! — December 4, 2014

Episode 65: Drumming up a Tempest!

Well it is THAT time again…yes the school Christmas Concert! After years of primary school nativity plays, Christmas plays and Christmas carols, where Miss Hap has been cast in the role of everything from a Cowboy (Christmas from around the World), to a sheep in the traditional nativity (what a nightmare getting that costume, but good old Ebay saved the day) we have progressed to the more sophisticated Secondary school concert.

This was to encompass dance, drama, orchestra and singing (my daughter chose the choir). All of the year 7s were participating and it promised to be a wonderful evening. Now I am a sucker for a kids’ choir singing Christmas carols, and have sobbed, spluttered and snotted through many a moving performance, but I was NOT going  to show Miss Hap up by bawling now she was at ‘big school’.

Myself and Mr Grump were to get her at the school in good time to prepare, and my sister and brother-in-law were going to meet us there just before it began.As we walked into the large hall, we noticed a huge number of seats as they were expecting a large turnout; plus cameras quite near the back manned by students ready to film the proceedings. The seats being largely unoccupied,we were going to sit near the front, but as we wanted to sit with the other two, we were advised to sit at the back of the first section of seats far away in the distance!

We took our places and put programmes on another two chairs to reserve them, then settled in to wait. After only 5 minutes the chairs were rapidly filling up and I quickly called my sister and told them to hurry up.Another 10 mins later and people reluctant to sit even further back than we were, asked if the seats were free, then glared at us when told they were not. Eventually they turned up, breezed in and took their seats with about a minute to spare. We sat in anticipation as the concert began…..

The orchestra took their places at the side of the hall, and the choir walked through and arranged themselves just in front of the stage (but not ON it, so I could see my daughter’s head, but that was it). Anyway, they launched the show…sorry concert with a traditional Bulgarian song. It was quite catchy, and they all seemed to enjoy singing it, but I was unsure if it was a Christmas song or not. The narrators helpfully told us that it was a story about a little boy who was knitting some socks for his future wife, so I was none the wiser, but it was sweet.

Next the dancers came on and did some elaborate movements, which was something to do with Demons (or so it said in the programme), Now, I’m not trying to be a killjoy here but demons don’t seem to be the embodiment of Christmas spirit, but hey ho, whatever floats your boat!

I won’t go through the whole lot, but were had saxophone, flute and clarinet solos which were excellent; the drama group gave a bite sized performance of ‘The Tempest’ which involved a lot of shouting and the banging of a staff on the stage which made everyone jump!  We were also treated to more songs by the choir, but the main event (for all the wrong reasons) for me and my sister was the orchestra….

The first number they had a go at was ‘Let it Go’ from ‘Frozen’ which is so popular at the moment. It took a while to recognise what it was,as the timing was a bit out on some of the instruments, some of the flutes squealed at the wrong times, but everything was saved when the drum beat kicked in. It was almost like a metronome, bump-bump. bump-bump, keeping up a very slow and constant rhythm, drowning out everything else. Being stupid and childish it struck me as funny, so my chair was rocking as I tried to stifle my laughter (I didn’t want to get lynched by the parents whose girls were playing). My sister kicked my ankle which made me worse, and set her off.

Anyway, they next attempted ‘Santa Claus is Coming to Town’. It was a very slow version which put rather an unusual slant on it, the violins had a job with this one, and there were a few random scrapings which set me teeth on edge, but suddenly after a while ‘bump-bump, bump-bump’, the good old drum beat again, same tone, same speed. My sister muttered to me

“This has got to be the dreariest version I have ever heard”. Of course I tried not to laugh, but a few snorts escaped and Mr Grump caught my eye. I could see he was suffering, School events were not his thing and he had been fidgeting about in his seat throughout the performance, and grimacing at every screech and scrape.

The grand finale was everyone singing/dancing/playing ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’ We knew this one was going to be a massive challenge for all concerned. The dancers got up on the stage behind the choir, and everyone was ready to go. There was a bit of a shaky start, a few missed notes, but then guess what? Yep…bump-bump, bump-bump. The drum beat set the (slow) pace, the orchestra limped through to the very end, the choir sang their best, and the dancers went for it!

To me, this is what it is all about. the fact that those kids who only had a total of 9 hours practice, put so much effort into this concert. They sang/danced/played and acted their little hearts out, and they looked like they really enjoyed themselves as well. The staff also worked hard to produce this event having only known these kids since September. Who cares if it was a little rough around the edges? That wasn’t what mattered. The point was, nearly all of the year group, some two hundred girls had participated,working together, and that’s why I loved it!

 

It has come to my attention that some of the pupils involved in this concert  have thought that I was being unfairly mean about it.That was NEVER my intention. This blog is MY take on events that happen in MY life. I have not named the school, my daughter or even the town where we live, and I apologise unreservedly if this post has offended anyone. I have re-iterated that I appreciate all of the hard work put  into this concert by everybody involved.

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