It’s February now and there’s so much to do Pancakes and love hearts And slow cooking stew. Those who did dry January Counting the days. Are having whisky for breakfast And lunch in a haze. Valentines cards pop up in the shops. Easter eggs appear Wrapped in foil in the box. The weather feels better, The home straight to Spring. Buds in the garden, When the flowers begin. Christmas seems distant, The first month so long. But you’ve done really well, Your resolutions stay strong. Blue skies are close now, It’s going to get warmer. So brush out the leaves From your best sun trap corner. Sit tight and be patient Dream of the sun. You’ll be complaining about the heatwave, When the Summer’s begun.
This year I’m going to stop thinking I’m rubbish Because actually I’m not. I’m absolutely fabulous But somewhere down the line I think I forgot That the best friend I have Should in fact be myself I can’t expect to be last Or sadly left on the shelf. The only competition to beat Is my last personal best. Being better than others Is no fair way to test. I will do what my mind Sometimes tells me I shouldn’t. I will take unknown paths Which previously I wouldn’t. Life is short, so find courage Think hard and then choose Grab it and live it You’ve nothing to lose.
The hustle and the bustle. Of the Saturday market place. It has a kind of charm that Online shopping can’t replace.
Seeing living breathing people In real time and in the flesh Making conversations Out where the air is fresh.
Stopping for hot chocolate In the square with vintage chairs. Listening to the chatter As the traders sell their wares.
Bags and socks and fabrics. Crafts and toys and cakes. Shoes and fruits and vegetables In all sizes and all shapes.
At Christmas time it’s magical And smells of spiced mulled wine. Fairy lights and carols Children queued up in a line To see Santa in his grotto Where they’ll say that they’ve been nice. Then back to shopping stalls again To sample more delights.
Then home again with aching feet, Cold noses and red faces. Bags of humbugs for the grownups And for the children strawberry laces.
Next day the market has all gone It’s a normal empty street. Life goes on as normal Until it’s back again next week.
We all have days just chilling In sloppy jumpers, fluffy socks, We hide behind the sofa When the postman rings or knocks. We don’t brush our hair or moisturise, We don’t bother with foundation. The lipstick stays inside the bag, There’s no make up application. We light the fire, we get a book, The cosiest crochet blanket. Kettle on and biscuits out, Cat snoring in her basket. These home alone days must be grabbed, And cherished, loved and planned. It’s our guilty pleasure, ladies, Most men don’t understand. Recharge those tired batteries, Give your skin a rest. Snuggle down and read and snooze Until your brain has been refreshed. Order take away delivery Then settle with your book It’s not often that they all go out And you don’t have to cook. You can’t under estimate these special days Don’t miss them, don’t you dare!! Snatch them up and wring them out, The occurrence is so rare.
You’re in your twenties going out drinking with your friends. Sharing all the hangovers, thinking friendship never ends. Then one by one your journeys change Some choose family, some careers And suddenly you find yourself out of touch From those youthful party years. Be very sure you had those bonds Even though in a tipsy haze You strengthened each others girl power In those wild tight mini skirt days. And even though you live in different worlds now Those memories are respected Our friendships made us what we are We will always be connected.
You don’t need to have rhythm to dance. You don’t need to be perfect to sing. If you feel the need to do it. Don’t worry about these things.
Dance like a ballerina light as the wind Spin and float like your shoulders are winged Sing like it’s opera, chant like a monk Twerk like you have the best junk in your trunk The platform is yours, don’t sit it out. The professional skills aren’t what it’s about. It’s the freedom the joy, the feel good pretending That you’re on stage at the O2 With thousands attending. We all need to sing and we all need to dance Do it right now whilst you still have the chance.