Sundays Are Mine

20.02.11

I awoke with a clear head and a smile on my sleepy face today.

Today was a day for taking a lone road trip over to West Cumbria to the cinema. Film of choice..... Never Let Me Go.

Off i set, hand in hand with my little MJ, Sia my favourite Sunday singer accompanying the journey, duetting as i drove.

After loving the film whole heartedly and trying not to let any tears fall from my watery eye,s i set upon my journey home, act two of the Sia and Damian concert truly delighting me.

An evening with Carly Hind. Well that was just the icing on a wonderful cake. We chatted, we drank champagne, we snuggled, but most of all we loved.

Sunday..... Infinite once again.

13.02.11

I have woken up hungover for far too many Sundays in a row recently. However todays was by far the worst.

As a result i had a date with my bed all day, with new magazines and the Dark Was The Night DVD to keep me company and remind me what it's like to be human.

I bought the DVD while i was in NY but have had so much on since i returned to England that i haven't had time to watch it.... to be honest i forgot i had it.

Beautiful and amazing music created for a great cause. If you don't know anything about Dark Was The Night, get onto it.

06.02.11

I awoke to the sound of pounding rain and the heaviest of grey skies.

This meant there were only three tasks for the day...

- Don't leave the house

- Listen to Belle and Sebastian

- Read Just Kids

One, Two and Three accomplished, all that was left was to sit in front of the fire with these little critters. One of the most relaxing Sundays i have had so far this year, long may it continue.

30.01.11

I stated today with snuggles from my infinite twin Ellie Rocks, Bob Dylan caressed our gin filled heads and slowly nurtured us back into consciousness.

The rest of my Sunday wasn't so delightful. The afternoon saw me start to pack up my dear shop Ruby Blue. Every inch of those walls know stories and secrets, some amazing times with some equally amazing people.

My heart broke and tears fell, but the rainbow of Ruby's little sister opening next week made it all a little more bearable.

Adele was very kind to me today and kept me company, lending her shoulder to absorb my upset.

23.01.11

Our food and table decoration was a dedication to Robert Burns this Sunday.

To A Mouse - Robert Burns -

Small, sleek, cowering, timorous beast,
O, what a panic is in your breast!
You need not start away so hasty
With hurrying scamper!
I would be loath to run and chase you,
With murdering plough-staff.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion
Has broken Nature's social union,
And justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth born companion
And fellow mortal!

I doubt not, sometimes, but you may steal;
What then? Poor beast, you must live!
An odd ear in twenty-four sheaves
Is a small request;
I will get a blessing with what is left,
And never miss it.

Your small house, too, in ruin!
It's feeble walls the winds are scattering!
And nothing now, to build a new one,
Of coarse grass green!
And bleak December's winds coming,
Both bitter and keen!

You saw the fields laid bare and wasted,
And weary winter coming fast,
And cozy here, beneath the blast,
You thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel plough past
Out through your cell.

That small bit heap of leaves and stubble,
Has cost you many a weary nibble!
Now you are turned out, for all your trouble,
Without house or holding,
To endure the winter's sleety dribble,
And hoar-frost cold.

But Mouse, you are not alone,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best laid schemes of mice and men
Go often askew,
And leaves us nothing but grief and pain,
For promised joy!

Still you are blest, compared with me!
The present only touches you:
But oh! I backward cast my eye,
On prospects dreary!
And forward, though I cannot see,
I guess and fear!

The rest of the day went like this... Little White Lies magazine, How I Met Your Mother, Just Kids by Patti Smith and the repeated watching of Noah and the Whale's new video.

My house had a certain calm atmosphere today that only seems to show itself on a Sunday.

The air feels heavy, while my body effortlessly floats through a sedate sense of time.

I don't know how to better describe it, but know this strange feeling... I salute you every week.

Happy Sunday.

16.01.11

Waking up with a slight hangover was tolerable this Sunday, mainly because i awoke with a Waugh at the end of my bed. Giggling about the intoxicated comedy the night before was almost as funny as the actual night itself.

The rest of the day was spent cuddling Dolly and trying not to fall

asleep. I hadn't seen dear Dolly since Christmas so we had a good catch up and gossip about all that had been going on since we last saw one another. We laughed, we smiled, but most of all we loved each other.

Happy Sunday Dolly x