For my next book club in December I have to read A Christmas Carol. On the one hand I am quite happy to be reading a classic, and it’s nice to have a Christmas theme at this time of year, but on the other hand, it is Dickens, and I although I don’t think I’ve read any of his, I have read excerpts and didn’t find his language all that easy to get on with. The closest I’ve got to Dickens really is playing the Narrator in my junior school version of Oliver Twist (I rocked by the way). Plus, I am reading two other books at the moment that I’d like to finish before going on to that. I haven’t even bought it yet and have no idea how long it will take me to read.
So, do we think I could get away with just watching The Muppet Christmas Carol or Scrooged instead? No…?
I am going Ice Skating at the 02 arena on Sunday. This has lots of opportunity for disaster, as I am barely able to function on two feet, nevermind skates. But I love ice skating and haven’t been in ages, so even if I spend the whole time clutching the side and having legs as wonky as Bambi, I will have a grand old time. Unless I break my leg or something…I remember the first time I went skating, my mum said if I fell I had to make sure to keep my hand closed in case someone skated over it and chopped my fingers off. Talk about putting the fear of God into you. Thanks Mum. I wonder just how many finger amputations there have been in ice rinks across the globe?
At the moment I have Leona Lewis’s Bleeding Love song in my head. Driving me quite mad, mainly because I just don’t quite get what she’s trying to say. It’s quite upbeat music-wise, and yet she’s talking about being cut open and bleeding. So, does she mean she’s fallen in love, has had her heart broken and is now ‘bleeding love’, “You cut me open and I keep bleeding’? Or, was she cut off from love before, “My heart’s crippled by the vein that I keep on closing”, has now found love and is so overcome that love is just pouring out of her, and this is a good thing? I just don’t know, and it doesn’t really matter at all, but when it’s going round and round in your head you start to wonder these things.
Somebody is coming to look at the flat today for the first time in months, wonder if anyone will ever put an offer in. Perhaps the asking price is too high?
It’s Friday. Woot! Tonight I am going to see Once at the cinema and it’s supposed to be really good. Tomorrow I am sleeping lots, double woot! And I must do my ironing (oh joy). And then skating on Sunday, so it’s shaping up to be a very nice weekend.
