Heart Strings Like a Symphony

It was only when I found out that ex-husband was in love with someone else that I realised that it had been years since I’d felt anything but platonic affection for him. I guess I was too caught up with the kids, and my job, and also my depression.

I was devastated when my marriage ended, but not because I felt I was losing the great love of my life. It was because of the way things unravelled. Things got ugly and everyone behaved badly. So badly.

Who would have predicted it? Things happen. People change. Love (whether we’re falling into or out of it) makes fools and monsters out of most of us.

If only someone would warn us, but then, if they did, would we believe them?

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I Felt It From the First Embrace

I don’t think I’ve recovered from watching La La Land. Stop reading if you haven’t seen the film yet and are bothered by spoilers. I don’t think I’m giving anything away, but who knows what you may read between the lines.Read More »

You Are the Icing on the Cake

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Harbour Wall by Mary Fedden

This picture reminds me of The Icing on the Cake (by Stephen Duffy), which I loved when I was eighteen, although listening to it now, I’m struck by how hopelessly tuneless it is.

Well, even then (thirty two years ago), the lyrics were what I loved best about the song. The line I thought of when I saw this Mary Fedden painting and its title was: ‘Here we go waltzing home by the moon so bright, by the sea, by the harbour wall’ – so beautiful and you should not spoil it by listening to Duffy ‘singing’ it.

How Strange the Change …

It’s no wonder this song has been playing in a loop in my head.

I’m counting the days until I see my dearest one again.

Ev’ry Time We Say Goodbye
Everytime we say goodbye, I die a little,
Everytime we say goodbye, I wonder why a little,
Why the Gods above me, who must be in the know.
Think so little of me, they allow you to go.
When you’re near, there’s such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There’s no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.
When you’re near, there’s such an air of spring about it,
I can hear a lark somewhere, begin to sing about it,
There’s no love song finer, but how strange the change from major to minor,
Everytime we say goodbye.

Songwriter: Cole Porter
Every Time We Say Goodbye lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.