Sharp frost this morning. Car went “ping” at me as we stared. Temp at 3 deg.
Children bundled in car. River Sprite grumpy as ever. Face like a thunderclap. “Looking forward to school?” I ventured
“No!”
“Nothing about it? Nothing at all?”
“No”
She said the teachers were “Shit”
I said that was unladylike language and in any event, inaccurate. Lovely, sunny morning and everyone in a grump already as we pushed along the lanes.
Then Zoe Ball played “Nicole” “A little love”. Tears actually stung my eyes. I was transported back to my own teenage years. Sitting on the sofa, at home with my beloved Mother watching Nicole with her marvellous, fuzzy 70s hair* strumming the guitar to win the Eurovision song contest with this song, in her native German. How everyone applauded when in her post win performance she sang a verse in English and then French.
Ambushed by such a powerful memory of the past and closeness with own Mother when I least expected it. Maybe it is the Queen’s funeral but feeling pretty tearful this week….
* Hair conditioner must have been in its infancy in those days and hair straighteners were yet to be invented…….
Lyrics.
A little loving, a little giving
to build a dream for the world we live in
a little patience and understanding
for our tomorrow – a little peace
a little sunshine, a sea of gladness
to wash away all the tears of sadness
a little hoping, a little praying
for our tomorrow – a little peace
I feel I’m a leaf in the november snow
I fell to the ground, there was no one below
So now I’m helpless alone with my song
just wishing the storm was gone
The River Files 