I can't help feeling that I should be doing something. (I also can't help feeling cold which is why, on this second day of May, for heaven's sake, we've got the woodburner going again and I am wearing socks!) But doing something like what? I don't know. It's just this odd feeling. Like change is around the corner/ on the cusp/ about to perform one of those comedy surprise moments that makes you do a double take.
Anyway, unable to put my metaphorical finger on anything substantial other than a goodly amount of the rather nice jam sponge cake I made this morning, I met this week full steam ahead. Four after-school/ evening tutoring sessions for starters, which involved much dashing around town trying to flummox the Maidstone traffic, which in turn made me think, not for the first time, that p'raps bicycle ownership wouldn't be such a silly idea after all.
"There'll be gridlock soon, you mark my words," shrieks the Wise Maid of Kent. "And then what will you do?"
Sit in traffic getting poisoned by fumes, I expect. Actually, I did walk to work three times this week because it was sunny (freezing, but sunny) and it is nice to see all the blossom and walk alongside the river awhile and watch the ducks and geese larking about. And watch the transformation of a 1930s building into NOT a theatre or art gallery, which would have been nice, but a MacDonald's drive-thru. There's class for you. Well done, Maidstone Borough Council. Still, fits in with the rust-streaked Travelodge on t'other side of the one-way system, I suppose.
It was a full on week at school as the Year 11s have suddenly realised their GCSEs are NOT the unreal spectres of the future they have been pretending them to be for the last two years but are actually going to happen, and soon, and yes - it probably is too late to start paying attention in class and stop gossiping about pointless drivel.
My Year 9 class were very testy, too, and that is all I have to say on the subject of them.
Granddaughter Number 2, Elizabeth, was a whole year old on Thursday! A whole year! I didn't get to see her, which was a bit sad, but then one has to accept that one's adult children have to make their own plans and build their own lives and families, and one might not necessarily be a significant part of those plans.
And talking of young families, wasn't it lovely to see the arrival of the new baby princess today? Mind you, there were some very miserable and, might I say, politically-motivated and bitter comments about it on Twitter, which I thought were most unnecessary and not very kind ones at that. Ah well - everyone's entitled to their own opinion, I suppose. I enjoyed all the hoo-ha. I like our Royal Family enormously. And whilst we are on the subject of political controversies (which I don't really enjoy discussing as Andy and I have polar views on this topic and if anything tests our 13+ year relationship then it's party politics) I shall be voting Conservative on Thursday. I honestly see no alternative, and I thought Miliband made a right Royal arse of himself by doing that interview with Russell Brand, dropping his aitches and glottal stopping all over the shop, and saying 'ain't' like he was down wiv da kidz. I thought he belittled himself by pretending to be something he wasn't and if he is capable of attempting that, then what else is he capable of pretending? Anyway, that's got the politics out of the way. End of.
Politics and Royal babies aside, I find Twitter a really fun and interesting place full of fun and interesting people. Like this morning, for example, I had a most inspiring Tweety breakfast chat with three textile artists. I happened to mention that I was doing more sewing these days and REALLY enjoying it, and that I fancied trying textile art and well!! The encouragement and ideas I received from these ladies was amazing!
"Give it a go!" they were saying. "Just try and see what happens. We all did. Just have fun and play! Let your ideas grow."
It was the best pep talk I've had in ages! They all said that starting careers as textile artists was the best decision they had ever made. By the time I had finished my scrambled eggs-in-a-bun I had many ideas and many thoughts buzzing in my head.
And lastly, a garden/greenhouse update : 8 cucumber plants, 4 courgettes (yes, I know - that's 3 too many!), 2 dozen pansies, 2 dozen can't remembers 'cos I trod on the identification label and snapped it into a thousand pieces but they are flowers of some sort, 14 strawberry plants, half a dozen cornflowers, a dozen sweet peas, 7 marigolds, 11 runner beans with more on the verge of appearing, a single basil (I am disappointed, Basil - buck up, will you?), 5 tomatoes (ditto basil), and more chilli peppers and flipping aubergines than we strictly have need of. And tons of rocket which I've been eating for over a week now.
And the two gooseberry bushes I thought were dead are awash with foliage and teeny tiny gooseberries (I like to think this is down to my no-nonsense pruning technique), there is a very goodly amount of blossom on the apple tree and the lawn (now 90% recovered from attempted death by chicken) is sprouting amongst its greeness many, many sunflowers and poppies. Andy is not happy about this. He sees the lawn as his domain and it needs to remain lawn only and not, as it seems to be heading towards, lawn plus lovely flowers. I keep saying how amazing it will be to have a sunflower field to gaze upon whilst dish-washing, and that the poppies are not your common-or-garden type but the self-seeded babies of the lovely purple papaver (papavar??) I planted under the apple tree last year. And that they will be enormous and classy and MAGNIFICENT to behold!
And the herb garden and lavender are positively rampant! Oh yes, despite the chill in the air, I think Spring - and this indescribable feeling of change - have well and truly arrived.