Wednesday’s child is full of woe

This week it was my birthday week, and despite it being a truely lovely week with lots of friends and cards and presents, I am still feeling down today. No idea why. Absolutely none. I mean I could blame Brexit, the global environment situation, the violence and wars, I could blame any of those, but it’s not. The sewage has not returned, my brain hasn’t been playing up too much and the hallucinations are mainly just cats, and for now I have just enough work to keep going. It’s not even the fact that I’m getting older, i don’t mind getting older, I mean we all do it, and I’m quite enjoying the confidence that comes with age. So I’ve no idea. It is a deep ocean of sorrow lurking beneath the service that I can’t seem to shift.

This is why, as the queen of everything, I’m going to have an official birthday party on the 23rd March, where I will celebrate life, and spring and the coming of summer. New beginnings and life escaping the grip of winter. Yes. We shall dance and sing and know what it is to be fully alive!

I shall officially celebrate it on the 23rd March with the Rude Mechanicals gig at the George Tavern of Commercial Road, London.

I’m 107 years old, according to Facebook. I feel about 107 today, but I will be 23 again on the 23rd!

I was born on a Wednesday, maybe that is why my birthday makes me blue. Though I am also a Pisces. I had my students draw mackerel on Friday. What beautiful creatures they are, incredible colours. One day I’ll move from London and live near the sea, somewhere warm maybe, where I can swim among the fishes.

As a Pisces I’m a fantastic day dreamer.

And here fantastic fishes duskly float,
Using the calm for waters, while their fires
Throb out quick rhythms along the shallow air.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s