The Bank Holiday weekend has opened just as we might expect - rain, rain, and more rain. Hey ho.
A three-day break gives us a chance to get really started on the big task in hand - for we (through circumstances not of our own making, nor by choice) have to "up sticks" and relocate once more; to a new Dolores Delargo Towers...
Since the news was broken to us (unceremoniously, out of the blue, by our house-sharer - on the morning of the Eurovision party, I might add, in an email), we have been gritting our teeth, and have embarked upon the inevitably tedious task of cleaning down and boxing, bagging or bubble-wrapping our gargantuan collection of CDs, books, pictures and the assembled ephemera that goes with what we call "home". That task continues bit-by-bit for the next few weeks till we move - garden plants and all.
It is tiring, but sometimes surprisingly rewarding - as once more, forgotten memorabilia briefly surfaces from the backs of drawers before being secreted away again, waiting for its next location...
Let us take our minds off all this for a while with another "timeslip moment" back to the carefree days of thirty years ago. From this week in 1984, here's the very calming sounds of Everything But The Girl and the sublime Each and Everyone:
If you ever feel the time
To drop me a loving line
Maybe you should just think twice
I don't wait around on your advice
You tell me I can go this far oh, but no more
Try to show me heaven and then slam the door
You offer shelter at a price much too dear
And your kind of love's the kind that soon disappears
So don't brag how you have changed
And everything's been rearranged
I thought all that was over and done
But I still get the same from each and everyone
Being kind is just a way to keep me under your thumb
And I can cry because that's something we've always done
You tell me I'm free of the past now and all those lies
Then offer me the same thing in a different guise
You tell me I can go this far oh, but no more
Try to show me heaven and then slam the door
You offer shelter at a price much too dear
And your kind of love's the kind that soon disappears
Ah... That's better.
Everything But The Girl official website
Sorry to hear you're having to re-locate yet again.
ReplyDeleteCoincidentally, Tracey Thorn's 'Oh! The Divorces' popped into my head today as I did a bit of cleaning seemingly out of nowhere. x
Funny how songs just pop-up like that - so far my "inner voice" has resisted such perhaps appropriate numbers as Gypsy Woman (She's Homeless) or Our House by Madness...
DeleteWe've found a new place, with a garden, so it's just the "bit-in-between" now (waiting to move) that we have to deal with - and the "big day" is just after Gay Pride Weekend, of all times, too! Jx
Best of luck with the moving - we had to move almost 6 years ago (thankfully to our own place) and it was incredibly hard! Just packing and moving my Madonna collection alone took days (I kid, but still!). When you collect things (CD's, LP's, DVD's, books etc) it is a lot of work to re-locate - but hopefully your new place will be a more permanent one. What part of London will you be in?
ReplyDeleteHave a great weekend (I'm doing the boogie to mid-80s Kelly Marie, with some white wine in the cooler as we speak)...
xoxo H
Oh, darling - nothing is permanent in this world. I have moved so many times over the years - sometimes by choice, sometimes in circumstances I would have preferred not to be in; and more than once across hundreds of miles. It is just a case of gritted teeth, getting on with it, and hoping we can make the new place into something fabulous. Which we will. Of course. This will be our third place in Harringay, North London, so at least it's familiar territory... Jx
DeletePS "My head is in a spin, my feet don't touch the ground..."
Oh, God - moving. You know you have my sympathy...
ReplyDeleteThanks, hun. I could have done without it right now, I must admit, after all the stress of having to apply for my own job last month. However, good will come out of all of this. I can feel it in my water. Jx
Deletesounds like you're taking it all in stride
ReplyDeletefor which i say, good for you!
not sure i could.
We're bred with "The Blitz Spirit" over here, dear! It is stressful, of course, but we have loads of friends rallying round to help. One minute we'll be in pink sequinned frou-frou and feather boas, the next lugging boxes in and out of a van - just another chapter in our lives as itinerant queens I suppose. :-)
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