"Who Could be Selling Fish at this Hour?"

When feeling a bit blue or discombobulated, I usually find that a double bill of Bob Hope movies helps to bring back some perspective.  Especially that dance he does to ‘There’s a Cloud in my Valley of Sunshine’.  This too is in the world. 

Sometimes, however, a gal needs a more active solution than giggling on the couch with a gazillion wisecracks and a quarter of chocolate brazils.  (They are full of selenium, practically health food).

As an alternative, cooking is also very grounding.  So, while the veggies are still fresh, it can be very soothing to batch cook for the coming weeks, and generally potter around in the kitchen on a mizzled Sunday afternoon.  You may wear bangles and Stevie Nicks frock to cheer yourself up, but best put on a pinny in case of Suma tomato puree splashes.

And no listening to Kate Bush. 

And definitely no reading Alice Hoffman. 

At least until Autumn.

Yesterday, at the dawn chorus walk, in small world fashion, I bumped into someone who worked at the same company I did.  She is Colombian and married a Scot the same year I went to Colombia to work on a big IT project.  We reminisced about Bogota; how dangerous it was back then, the cuisine, the rum, Cuba Libres, the music and best of all, dancing on tables in the zona rosa cafes.  (It’s compulsory, they clear the tables by 9pm then, up and dance! Todos!).  Was it really so long ago?  I wondered where my adventurous spirit had gone.  That woman who had said ‘Yes!’.  I remembered the work, the jungle, the danger, the dancing.

Over breakfast of a hot filled roll, she mentioned an RSPB cliff walk later in May. 

Why not.

Lean over the cliff edge again. 

Maybe see some puffins. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vs9TaVxwPx8