Posted by Ursula on Tuesday, 6 May 2008
You might think life is hard and then you die. As indeed do I.
Just now I was gliding along on the warm sunny shores of minding my own business, tending to my thoughts and admiring the bush of paeonies shooting into bloom.
Paeonies emerge as perfectly formed balls before they burst into flower. Watching them appear holds a similar thrill for me as does snooker to Felix. Considerate son that he is he announced hours beforehand that on no account was he to be disturbed in his viewing of some snooker final on TV last night. I muttered something about “men and their balls” (which he ticked off as so rude a comment) and a most interesting discussion ensued.
One thing a woman can’t learn early enough is not to ask a man/a boy “Why chase after a ball” or, worse, “Why watch someone stabbing some coloured ball hard in order to get it into a hole”. But then, for my sins, I do not live for nothing in the land of spoilt walks (golf).
Back to Feng Shui, as reminded of this morning. Luckily it’s not a religion but worrying nevertheless. I have to reconsider the colour of the front door and dread to think what it might mean to live opposite an undertaker. Keeping life in a healthy perspective?
To be continued…
U
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