Time …

‘Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana‘ – Anthony G Oettinger

I finally listened to the Rocky Horror Picture Show soundtrack yesterday. It has only taken me 19 months. It was one of Mum and I favourite film. I couldn’t and more importantly didn’t want to listen to it without her by my side.

When I lived at home and It was just the two of us Mum and I would get supplies [ mainly chocolate ] , sit down or rather jump around, totally immersing ourselves in the film and it’s characters. We would replay the elevator scene over and over … the one where we are first introduced to Frank N Furter. Its simply amazing. Tim Curry is the only bloke I’ve officially ever found attractive in a corset, 6 inch heels and bright red lipstick

Time …

They say you have all the time in the world. Sometimes it feels that way… then it dawns on me that I’m 50 years old next year. The BIG Five bloody O. That the clock is always ticking . I’ve unwillingly said goodbye to friends and family not much older than myself – far too young and far too soon.

It only reiterates in my head how lucky I am and how precious life is . It makes me want to run outside naked and dance in the rain. Not literally but I’m sure you get my drift … to grab life by its naked, dance fuelled balls

Time …

They say time is a great healer. I’m sure it is … but I also believe you grieve your lost ones forever. A little part of your heart has broken away and it never fully rebuilds. Your body armour wraps you up in a blanket of cotton wool and protects you. Every now and again however when your feeling especially vulnerable , it slips. Just slightly but enough for the sadness to rear up to the surface . Like I often say emotions are like the ocean . Mostly calm but every now and again the waves come crashing down on you and you struggle to remain afloat.

I have cried this weekend on a par with when we first lost her. My brother sent me a video [ from Facebook memories] One that I had filmed of Mum singing and dancing at karaoke at the local pub. I’d not seen her animated face for so long . She looked so happy, so beautiful, full of life … and when I heard her voice that was it.

I miss her. The sadness I have felt over the past few days has been heart wrenching

I have cried and cried some more … then I dropped my anchor again. Calm resuming for a while.

Time …

They say there’s a time and place for everything . Yep … sometimes you are in the right place at the right time. Other times I guess you just miss the boat. That’s life.

In 1996 my friend Rach blagged us into a VIP party at the iconic Sheffield dance club – The Music Factory. She had a way with bouncers – blonde and beautiful what was there not to love?

We had no idea whose party it was but there was an excitable buzz about the place. Happens it was only Take That’s after-show party! We met them all. Ekkkkk!

Jason unfortunately didn’t ask me to run away with him [ all say boo!] but it was still an amazing, very surreal night. As massive TT fans it was a case of right place at the right time.

A couple of years later [or previously I forget ] we booked a girls weekend away to St Tropez. We stayed at the stunning Byblos Hotel. Its funny the things you remember but at £34 for a burger and chips it should have been stunning! Anyway unbeknown to us it was Harvey Davidson weekend and the place was crammed full of hairy bikers and the constant brumming from motor bikes whizzing past ! Not exactly the weekend we had in mind. But fun all the less.

Back at home the following weekend I was sat trawling through the newspapers when I saw a feature on Posh and Becks . They were only staying at our hotel ! [ The £34 burger and chips Byblos !]

There is every chance that they would have ignored us / been blanketed by security guards BUT in my head our chance to meet The Beckhams [especially David] had been quashed by a mere 5 days. Case of right place, wrong time

Time …

They say there’s no time like the present. I agree it’s no use crying over what could have been because although you can learn from your past you can’t change it .

Armed with the life lessons you have collected throughout the years ; think of all the possibilities; what you could achieve … could be.

There is no time like the present – don’t wait, go for it.

Time …

What time is it?

It’s coffee time .Milky with no sugar. My daily fix .

Its quite possibly my favourite time of the day .So on that note I’m going to bid you all a good day … and to coin a phrase I’ll catch you all next time.

Tracey x