By: Blonde Two
Happy birthday to Blonde,
Happy birthday to Blonde,
Happy birthday dear Blonde,
Happy birthday to Blonde.
Today is my birthday (and not Gertrude’s). January 29th (sorry Mum) is a horrid date for a birthday. It always rains, it is still dark and I always have to go to work. Still, I have some birthday weekend (maybe) plans which will hopefully speed my Birthday-Workday up.
- An appointment with my hairdresser (in preparation for Get Outside Champion day on Tuesday). He is very patient with me, every time he asks the important hairdresser question, “Are you doing something special tonight/this weekend?” he must feel a little bit aggrieved when I answer that I am taking my lovely new locks up onto Dartmoor to be battered, blown and tied into a myriad of knots.
- A Friday night bivvy (to batter my hair-do). I know! I have looked at the Dartmoor weather forecast too (I have also looked out of the window); and there is going to be Yellow Rain again. It remains to be seen whether or not Mr B2 and I think the sogginess is going to be worth the adventure. We will definitely however be having a ‘picnic’ somewhere on the moor tonight. It will include all of the usual Friday favourites; a beer, some crisps, a curry and a sigh of relief. We may have to shelter our picnic and ourselves in the truck, but it will still be a certain kind of fun!
- A Sunday lie-in, followed by lunch, followed by a trip to Cotswold Outdoor to buy a little Blonde outdoors treat. I fancy some down booties to keep my tent-toes warm next weekend when we have our first Ten Tors camp (madness!) There is, of course, always room for another down jacket in a Blonde’s rucksack!
I will, despite what my doctor has recently told me, not be getting any older today or anytime soon!
MHRs – long may getting younger every day prevail.
Not to worry – ‘Monday’s child is fair of face’ – even when you arrived at 5.30 a.m.! (…and the 29th Jan is definitely better than 19th Dec!!!!!!)
How very rude of said Doctor! I used to get up very early and load bewildered K9 into car, drive hell-for-leather from Rugby to Dovedale, climb the hill (it’s just about big enough to be a mountain), drive home slower (more traffic), park dog at home, change, and get to school at ten to nine (hopefully) on working birthdays. A girl’s gotta have a bit of fun! But mine is in June – camping in January? Well that’s for the really hardy! Happy birthday
Well a big happy birthday to you! I hope you get everything you wish for including falling winds and no rain!!!! Have fun xxx
Sad that your birthday should be celebrated with that most lugubrious of tunes; if I were in charge of the music I’d order something rather closer to your elemental nature: the Hammerklavier sonata, the Jupiter symphony or – most appropriate of all – Ives’ Fourth which comes as close to chaos as is possible (two conductors!) yet is still music. You deserve something energetic, life-affirming and – I’ve got to say it – beautiful. Anything to replace that rotten dirge. Anything in Z sharp,
Hmm, have listened to all three and much as I love piano music, have dismissed the Beethoven (too busy, I prefer flowing). The Mozart was originally my choice because it reminded me of my beloved Elgar and walking the Malverns; but the Ives, despite my protestations, has drawn me in. Two conductors has to be a bit of a Blonde idea!