Sunday 22.11.09
I've been mulling over a project I might take part in. It is the 'One Hundred Days To Make Me A Better Person' project, fronted by comic Josie Long, and part of the London Word Festival. http://www.hundreddays.net/ for more details. The object is to do something for 100 days that 'generally make things better'. The project appeals to me because I need a push to get me off the sofa now that the cold weather has set in, and also because January always seems like a poor time to start anything new. It would be like an early New Years Resolution, only I would have to keep it up longer than the usual nine and a half days (nine and a half hours in the particularly unrealistic year when I intended to give up milk in tea).
I have to register by 1st December, but I'm not sure what to choose to do. I'm thinking about the possibility of standing on a street I've never stood on each day and taking a photograph. I think this might be possible. The idea came as I was driving towards Birmingham today. It's only twenty miles from where I live, and yet, I know only a few roads in the very centre of town, to roads where friends live, and the OU building on a suburban shopping street. Twenty years in Coventry, and I don't think I know it much better.
With the thought that making small changes would be good for me, I took Nick grocery shopping at the big Asda supermarket at the opposite end of town today. It was quite enjoyable. While there, I was looking at the display of flowers, remembering that Nick used to be in the habit of buying me a bunch every now and again. We cut back and got the dogs. I don't miss it much, but still... There was a beautiful bunch of white roses that would be good enough for a bride, £20 though. Out of my league. Wondering along, and looking low down, I got a surprise. A bouquet featuring roses and ...cabbages. Not one of those showy-offy modern style arrangements. It was quite traditional looking. It just featured green and white cabbages in with the gypsophilia. Now call me old fashioned, but I don't think cabbages are very romantic. The Victorians had it that there was a 'language of flowers'. For example, the cabbage rose meant 'ambassador of love'. What would the cabbage have meant? Harbinger of soup perhaps, or desire for toad in the hole? I shook my head as I went on my way, but as always, I'm behind the times. It seems that they've been all the rage in bridal bouquets. You see, I really should get out more.
2 comments:
I could be your project? I'd be dead grateful and stay out of your way. You could start with the house and move on to the garden and car. Excellent, a fantastic way to make things better, I'll expect you on Monday.
erm...nope
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