The Scared is scared

I am rubbish with endings. I think that goes for a lot of us. I either cling on for dear life and refuse to move forward, or I do a swift cut and run – pre-empting that horrible squelchy-stomach feeling by walking away before it happens and never looking back. I am notoriously bad at keeping in touch with old friends for fear of experiencing that hurt when something ends that can never be returned to; it is certainly one of my worst traits. Sometimes it takes a child’s unconscious wisdom to remind you that endings are a natural part of life’s order, and they’re OK, and you will be OK, too.

 

I’m off to spend the rest of the afternoon doing the things that make me happy: taking a long, hot bath; making a big batch of soup; going for a brisk walk around the Common, and then retiring to read fashion magazines in bed with a cup of tea. Perfect.

What’s making you happy this weekend?

Nick Mulvey

I’m so ahead of the game with this one that I’m struggling to find a functioning player widget. It doesn’t help that Maud (my MacBook) is pre-menstrual and refusing to cooperate; perhaps I shouldn’t have mentioned that upgrade in her presence. Anyyesigiveinanimateobjectsnames, I have managed to put up a link. You may just have to trust me that it’s worth following. Allez, allez:

http://soundcloud.com/nick-mulvey/april-1

And because a soundcloud link is not very aesthetically pleasing, I also give you a Japanese dwarf flying squirrel, known as momonga:

 You are welcome.

Dog Shaming

Following on from the success of Chicks in Hats, I give you Dog Shaming:

When I was growing up I had a labrador called George. He was mad as a biscuit and once had to be taken to the vet because he tried to drink from a bowl of frozen water and got his tongue stuck. Animals never fail to improve my day.

For more shaming: http://dog-shaming.com/