Last night I stayed up way way too late watching an evening of programmes about country music.
First up was a Dolly Parton concert.
Then a documentary about female country singers,
and finally a top of the pops 2 country special.
I wish so hard that I could have been a southern gal.
I couldn't sleep last night when I finally made it to bed thinking about this.
and this
I'm going to go into my garden this afternoon. I love gardening so much now. Getting muddy and growing things is so, I don't know, not relaxing. It's peaceful I suppose. After a little while I either get one verse of a song stuck in my head and replay it over and over. Or I think about things people have said to me. There are probably ten moments in my life I just relive over and over.
One is when I was in junior school, year 5, we just played an amazing game of football and my friend Johnathon and I where celebrating and thinking it was really funny to say 'yours truly' over and over.
Another one is when a girl shouted SHE'S NOT EVEN PRETTY.
And the time my science teacher pulled me to one side during class and very gently asked me if I was happy at the moment, it transpired I had done some religious work about death in my science book and he thought I was suicidal.
Hmmm, I think everyone in school thought I was either a really naughty lost cause, or nutso crazy.
but I'm definitely not nutso.
First up was a Dolly Parton concert.
Then a documentary about female country singers,
and finally a top of the pops 2 country special.
I wish so hard that I could have been a southern gal.
I couldn't sleep last night when I finally made it to bed thinking about this.
and this
I'm going to go into my garden this afternoon. I love gardening so much now. Getting muddy and growing things is so, I don't know, not relaxing. It's peaceful I suppose. After a little while I either get one verse of a song stuck in my head and replay it over and over. Or I think about things people have said to me. There are probably ten moments in my life I just relive over and over.
One is when I was in junior school, year 5, we just played an amazing game of football and my friend Johnathon and I where celebrating and thinking it was really funny to say 'yours truly' over and over.
Another one is when a girl shouted SHE'S NOT EVEN PRETTY.
And the time my science teacher pulled me to one side during class and very gently asked me if I was happy at the moment, it transpired I had done some religious work about death in my science book and he thought I was suicidal.
Hmmm, I think everyone in school thought I was either a really naughty lost cause, or nutso crazy.
but I'm definitely not nutso.
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