[*day = week]

Where is the moment we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
You tell me your blue skies fade to grey
You tell me your passion's gone away
And I don't need no carryin' on 

You stand in the line just to hit a new low
You're faking a smile with the coffee to go
You tell me your life's been way off line
You're falling to pieces everytime
And I don't need no carryin' on 

Because you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day 

Well, you need a blue sky holiday
The point is they laugh at what you say
And I don't need no carryin' on 

You had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day 

(Oh.. Holiday..)

Sometimes the system goes on the blink
And the whole thing turns out wrong
You might not make it back and you know
That you could be well oh that strong
And I'm not wrong (ahhh...) 

So where is the passion when you need it the most
Oh, you and I
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost 

'Cause you had a bad day
You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
You've seen what you like
And how does it feel for one more time
You had a bad day
You had a bad day 

(Oh, yeah, yeaaah, yeah)
Had a bad day
(Oh, had a bad day)
Had a bad day
(Oh, yeah, yeah, yeeeeah)
Had a bad day
(Oh, had a bad day)
Had a bad day...
Had a bad day...

or as R.E.M SAYS

Bad Day

A public service announcement followed me home the other day.
I paid it nevermind. Go Away.
Shits so thick you could stir it with a stick-free Teflon whitewashed presidency.
We're sick of being jerked around.
Wear that on your sleeve.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.

Have you ever seen the televised St. vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance? Those ants in pants glances.
Well,look behind the eyes.
It's a hallowed hollow anesthetized
"save my own ass, screw these guys"
smoke and mirror lock down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
The Papers wouldn't lie!
I sigh, Not one more.

It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.

We're dug in deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.

The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned-we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
Ignore the lower fear
Ugh, this means war.

It's been a bad day.
Please don't take a picture.
It's been a bad day.
Please.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,
Count your blessings.
We're sick of being jerked around.
We all fall down.

It's been a bad day...

{you get the idea}

People are strange, well maybe not strange so much but so caught up in the constraints of polite society. Every single nurse, doctor, anesthetist that crossed my path this weekend started the conversation the same way…. “So, how you feeling?”

 

I just friggen broke my wrist, how do you think I feel????

 

“Fine thanks” is what I managed. Too damned polite for our own good.

 

For those of you who don’t read Wouter’s blog – I rather gracefully fell out of the land rover and with an almighty thud landed straight on my right wrist. I’m blaming my socks, I suspect everyone else is blaming the nectar of the gods. I did however manage to break it in grand style so much so that the doctor came in on Saturday especially to operate, put in a plate and every thing.

 

[for the record this short post has taken me about an hour so far]

 

The staff at Constantiaberg Mediclinic were lovely, I have no complaints other than those already mentioned in Wouter’s post (blowed if I am going to type more than I absolutely have to).

 

And for those that haven’t yet had morphine and want to – DON’T the stuff is foul.

As most of you are aware (well all 3 of you who read this blog are) my culinary skills are somewhat challenged - and don’t get me started on baking. I’m world famous for being able to screw up an ‘anyone can learn to bake a cake from a box in 2 hours’ cake. So it wasn’t surprising when I came home yesterday and told Jessica and Tamsyn I was going to make a strawberry cheesecake - that this declaration was met with some scepticism and derision. In fact Tamsyn went as far as to say ‘this should be interesting’. She swore afterwards she wasn’t being derogatory - but I heard the tone. Undeterred by the blatantly obvious lack of confidence from my nearest and dearest I proceeded to make a strawberry cheesecake PIE. 

Okay so it’s a little flat….. and there was rather a lot of laughter when it first came out of the pan….. but it’s a strawberry cheesecake PIE….. they’re not meant to be more than an inch high, are they?

Besides it tasted remarkably like a baked cheesecake to me, which I have to admit is gratifying - not that I’m particularly fond of baked cheesecake.  Still I’m mighty chuffed with myself.

And now for something completely different…..

Gymmie managed to get himself bitten by a dog, well the vet and the rest of us are assuming it was a dog.

We’re also assuming the dog was somewhat bigger than the one in the picture.  Poor stupid blimmen cat…. he’s been limping around for the past week and I’m sorely tempted to re-christen him Ilene, except of course he’s a boy. (yea I know…. crummy joke)

On the other hand…. in Bagheera’s life…. she’s as bored as anything because she can’t chase and annoy him, he just won’t co-operate… all she can do is wait it out… till he’s well again.

Gymmie’s doing much the same thing.

As for Tamsyn - she discovered toe socks and now I can’t get them off her! She’s also getting back into gymnastics, albeit only at home - we’re still not sure if her foot has completely healed, until then she’s practising in the garden.

And my personal favourite - of course she’s going to kill me for posting these - she only dressed up like this as a lark - and then spent the entire time when we went down to the shops in the car petrified someone from her class would see her. (I think she looks really cute)