Jam Jar Jimjams...

To the tune of 'We Are The Champions'...

 

I've got my jam,

And some toast too,

Spread the butter on thick,

Cos breakfast time's due,

Kettle is boiling,

Ready for a brew,

Now slather jam on all over,

On the toast and on you

We are the Badgers, my friends,

And we'll keep on blogging 'til the end

We are the Badgers,

We are the Badgers,

No time for trolls,

'Cause we are the Badgers, of the blogs.

I've got jimjams on,

And stand in them tall,

You bought me hugs and love and everything that goes with it,

We thank you all,

There's crumbs in the bed now,

But what do I care?

I've got jamjar jimjams on,

Don't mind if you stare.

We are the Badgers, my friends,

And we'll keep on blogging 'til the end

We are the Badgers,

We are the Badgers,

No time for trolls,

'Cause we are the Badgers, of the blogs.

Ambiguous and enigmatic...

My sister gleefully informs me that It's St. Gregory's day today. Patron saint of Music and singing. She thinks this is an omen for The Jammy Badgers.

(also saint of teachers and students. Let's gloss over that though, as I didn't follow that bit of my namesake...)

She's threatened to find a picture of me from Silver Blaze. If she does, and if it's not too awful, I'll edit it in here later.

Right. She delivered. I removed the truly awful ones.

All I needed for another day

All this talk of musical instruments. And then Calliope said "These days my voice is my only instrument." And it reminded me of how much I loved this song. I've just had it on repeat for about ten minutes, writing this. And yes, singing along.

I still remember watching this video, and thinking...look at these blokes, all so normal looking, and in a pub, doing what blokes do...and they sound like this! I don't know, it was a bit of a musical revelation for me, having grown up liking guitars and rock and yelling and swearing and amps turned up to 11. I hope you enjoy it.

The Flying Pickets - Only You.

But what is this, that I can't see

 

I imagine that some people get through their entire lives without seeing a dead body. I would think many people reach reasonably old age before doing so.

Probably sounds like an odd thing to say, but I'm glad Danger has. We have a sort of point of reference. We've both seen violence of the most extreme sort. We can sort of understand each other, a bit.

I mean, I imagine it's very different to see casualties of war than murder victims. I don't know why. I suppose I feel like if you're involved in a war, then in some ways you know what you're getting into. But then that doesn't hold true for the innocent bystanders - the people who find themselves living in a war zone. Even then, though, there's that sort of... knowledge, the fact that you must live fearing the worst, being surrounded by violence in such an over way.

Hi ho, hi ho...

...it's off to work I go...

Well, tomorrow.

As most of you will have seen, I got a call into work today, and I'm back tomorrow, no charges against me. Suspension over.

Saying I'm relieved isn't exactly accurate - because I did always think this would be the outcome. But there's always a nagging doubt, especially after the second interview, when it didn't feel like much was going my way. So...glad it's over, definitely. Looking forward to getting back to work. Not looking forward to getting up early. Not looking forward to catching up.

But, yeah, in the end it all turned out well.

Can you imagine the smile I got when I got home? It was a bit like this:

Getting nowhere fast.

Mycroft sent us this. I hope I've done this right and it shows up. It's really beautiful. You need to make it big on your screen, and turn the sound up. The music was composed especially for it. You can watch it here, but the link goes to the article with a bit about it.



Thanks to all of you for all your help with me thinking about my Mum. I'll talk to Nicky first, see what she thinks, as she's currently our go-between.

John's looking at pictures of Greek Islands. All of them gorgeous white-and-blue, with clear seas and sunny skies. It's relaxing just looking at the pictures.

And just to balance up, a picture of the goos, doing what the title of the post suggests. I don't know how they manage to run in unison so well...

Cause when I've learned enough to really live I'll be old enough to die

Sherlock's dancing around the flat because it's Friday and he's all excited about amphibians.


I've caught John pretending to ride a motorbike at least once. He isn't doing sound effects though. Yet.

I'm okay. Was a bit down earlier. Think it's a combination of yesterday, and being on my own, and finishing all the painting, and Nicky calling. Feel better now I've been out with John and Sherlock's talking non-stop whilst letting the degus have a bath. 

I get a bit...stuck. I expect everyone does. Get emotional, get angry. Hate that I'm angry, try and stop it. Get emotional again. A very well established 'thing' in my life is that doing something 'wrong' equals physical punishment. So then I go for a stupidly long run or something to make myself hurt. Which works very well, until someone questions it...rinse and repeat.


I've tried to weed out and save the questions from the other day - thought I'd try and answer some more here. I will try and get around to them. And there's one I know of that I still haven't answered from last time, too.


I hope you'll forgive me if I sort of mash a few I think go together up.