WOE IS ME! A SELF PITYING RANT

It is  not  my  day  today … It  started off  with me feeling  incredibly  sick …I soldiered  on  and  got  better  as  the  morning  went on. Went out  to lunch  with  the  mother in  law  and  spent  a  few  hours  with her  …Hubby  did  some  jobs  for her . I kept  my tongue  curbed   and  took all the  barbs  she  threw  my way .

We finally  headed  home  and I took Ruby for  a walk , on returning  home  I went  to the  loo. I forgot  to  remove  my  phone  from my jeans  pocket and  said  phone  fell down the loo! ….It is not  working, Hubby  has  dried  it  with  the  hairdryer  and  all I can do is  wait …I am not  to hopeful.

It’s like  having  an arm amputated  I guess like everyone  else  my  whole life is in that  phone ..banking, address book, friends, blog, photos  absolutely  everything. No it is  not insured.

So  to  add to  my  toothache, backache  and  swollen ankle  and  foot  I  now have  a dead phone……. It  has  two  chances …..   so do I!

Okay  that’s a tad  over  the top  but  we  do keep everything on our phones ! Lesson learned . Let’s  hope things  improve  next week .  💜💜 💜💜

Song Lyric Sunday: White Rabbit.

Hi this week Jim Adams at NewEpicAuthor said our prompt for #songlyricsunday, July 7, 2019 is – Zodiac animals those being a Rat/Ox/Tiger/Rabbit/Dragon/Snake/Horse/Sheep/ Monkey/Rooster/Dog/Pig.

When I was at school, a convent , taught by nuns. I got myself into a whole load of trouble. We were told we should bring in a favourite record to school for discussion. Well I was bullied at school not only by the other girls but by the nuns too.

I thought I would shake them all up! What did I choose as my play and tell. White Rabbit by Jefferson Airplane.

This was written by Jefferson Airplane front woman Grace Slick, who based the lyrics on Lewis Carroll’s 1865 children’s book Alice InWonderland

(officially Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland). Like many young musicians in San Francisco, Slick did a lot of drugs, and she saw a surfeit of drug references in Carroll’s book, including the pills, the smoking caterpillar, the mushroom, and lots of other images that are pretty trippy. She noticed that many children’s stories involve a substance of some kind that alters reality, and felt it was time to write a song about it.
Above info found here

I loved the song then back in 1967 when I was in my fourteenth year. I had met my now hubby earlier that year when I was thirteen.

It was worth a couple of weeks Saturday Detention just for the look on the nuns face’s.

I do hope you enjoy it.