1. Horses rustling dried grass in the darkness as I pass by.
2. I spoon the dog, John spoons the cat and my legs while we watch people on the tv laughing with pure joy.
3. To finish a blue day by learning something new.
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1. I’m lucky that I can wake up in my own time nearly every morning but some mornings I’m more grateful than others. Today is one of them.
2. The RadMac show on 6Music runs a list of puns of things vaguely rhyming with ‘tune’: the ridiculousness of the suggestions gets me giggling almost instantly.
3. The soft sunlight – filtered through four layers of glass and shaped like an ancient rune – dances on ceiling.
1. Last week I was introduced to the phrase of “hotel toast”: when you let toast go cold before spreading it with butter so the spread sits on top rather than sinking in. Hotel toast is my favourite way to have toast – this morning, I have it with butter and strawberry jam: delicious.
2. My whole body aches but I know it’s ok because there is nothing on my to-do list but rest. I stretch out on the sofa and let my WoW avatar do the energetic stuff instead.
3. The dog think she’s a master manipulator – the big brown eyes, the sad ears, the heavy head rested woefully on the table or the cushions – but we find her overacting hilarious. She looks sadder when we laugh and we ultimately give in. Perhaps she’s a better manipulator than we realised!
1. I eat the fish pie flanked by attentive cats.
2. To know I can rely on the team to do their jobs when I’m distracted by other things.
3. Another chatty taxi driver. (I always seem to get more chatty taxi drivers after shows than at other times.) We’re talking so much – about weddings and funerals in Kashmir, the landscape there and the importance of community & family – that I stay sat in the car with him for a good few minutes after we’ve reached my destination.
1. Lily sticks her head around the doorway, ears raised. She looks gorgeous against the flat lime wall. I enjoy the moment and the colours before going to get my camera but she’s moved by the time I get back. I get this snap a few seconds later instead by way of compensation:
2. Laughter and jokes with each little friendship group is such a nice way to start the session that I decide to do it more often.
3. After Clare linked to it in her Three Beautiful Things post the other day, I spend the dead minutes of the day – waiting for tea to brew, waiting at the bus stop and on my journeys to & from the theatre – reading stories from the Acts of Kindness on the Tube series. There are big gestures but as Clare says, it’s amazing how the smallest things really matter to people – the gift of a tissue, a bottle of water or a helping hand down stairs. It puts me in a good mood for the whole day.
(Well, it does but with a tingling of regret at the back of it – a not so beautiful thing. About a month after I moved to Leeds in 2000, there was a giant music festival in Roundhay Park — BBC Radio 1’s imitation of Love Parade. It was giant because it was promoted nationally by the main national pop radio station and because it was free & ticket-free too. I don’t know how many people they expected to turn up but it was massive – attendance of around 300,000 people (for comparison, Glastonbury is between 130,000-150,000 these days and the City of Leeds had a resident population in 2001 of around 700,000). The city centre was overwhelmed – nearly a third of a million people arrived in the city centre without warning or adequate transport arranged. I can’t remember how we got to Roundhay Park in the end and remember little about the time there*, but can recall a fair bit about the chaos in the town centre and the streets down through Harehills when it was time to go home. The thing that sticks most clearly in my mind though is what ties it back to today’s post: outside Leeds Railway Station’s main doors, in the middle of the hyped up swarm, I saw a middle aged lady sat on a suitcase. She was bewildered and scared, tears streaming down her face while trying to make herself as small and invisible as possible. I wanted to go to her – to help her with my shiny new knowledge of the city – but I froze. I hadn’t properly identified my glaring social ineptness and found it even more difficult to deal with than I do now. I just watched from the other side of the street and then myself was swept away by whatever took me to the east of the city to the park. Needless to say, as that is my main surviving memory from the day, my inaction must have scarred me deeply and I’ve made a little personal vow to not leave anyone alone like that again. I’ve worried about her for 12 years now but actually, having read those many stories of kindness on the Tube, I’m more hopefully that a braver, less socially broken, person came by not long after me and helped her out. I really, really hope that was the case.)
* snapshots: not having any phone coverage – the first time that had happened to me because of too many people around; my friend Emma telling me that the trees on the horizon looked like broccoli; the dusty former grassy giving way to tarmac and not understanding why (there is a road through the park); and, standing at the top of the hill looking down on the endless swarm of people.
1. There is just about nothing funnier than watching a chicken run directly at you.
2. There is, understandably, so much faked emotion in the drama studio that it makes real emotion – split-your-face grins, bursts of laughter exploding out of usually too-cool people, and coy smiles hiding swollen pride after compliments – seem all the more precious.
3. Chocolate melt in the middle puddings. The heavy, wet sponge is almost black, which contrasts beautifully with a splash of cream.
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