I live in a ground floor flat and about a month ago my upstairs neighbours moved out.
They were a sweet couple who took in my parcels when necessary and had a foot-fall so soft you could throw it in the oven and call it a soufflé.
It turns out that finding a replacement is proving tricky but the upside is that until someone moves in, I can play my music at full volume and sing at the top of my voice.
I’d normally never inflict this singular hell on my nabes but until the newbies move in, this is the new normal.
So given this brief moment of freedom, at some point today I’m going to kick start the week with a kitchen disco.
I’ll flail around like a crazed fool. Grab a wooden spoon and sing into it. The cat will stare at me in despair. The milk will curdle, and no doubt I’ll twist an ankle or crack a knee because I’m too old for this nonsense.
But who cares because it’s still February and WE NEED TO KEEP THE ENERGY UP.
Whilst the days are a tad longer it still feels like we’re a long way away from Spring. Also, I don’t trust the English weather. It’s been mild which means some kind of ice age is about to be thrust upon us.
Fear not! I still intend to channel the same frenetic kitchen disco energy into my writing this week. And if I can’t think of anything to write I’ll throw on another track and dance and sing until inspiration strikes.
Dancing. Writing. Singing. Dancing. Writing. Singing.
What’s not to love?
Have a great week!
Lisa