On my sixth birthday I was given a book of poems by A.A Mills called "Now we are Six" and I remember reading the very last poem, which is aimed specifically at six year-olds, and thinking that six years was enough for me, that "now that I'm six I'm as clever as clever, so I think I'll be six now forever and ever" (yes I can still quote the poem even though the book has disappeared off my bookshelf - sad times) LOL. I guess it was the first poem to ever speak to me directly and I always wanted it to refer to me, a six-year old. Another reason for not wanting to grow up anymore, was that six was older than five, which meant I was now most definitely "a big-girl" therefore there was no need to get any bigger! I went to school, I was starting to read BIG books like that of Dick-King Smith's "Lady Daisy", I had two younger brothers who would willing dress up in tutus and tunics and put on plays with me, I was no longer riding my pink bike with stabilisers - I had a brand new purple one :-), I could buy clothes from the "older girls" section in Adams, I had satin ballet shoes instead of leather ones and a red badge on my purple ballet skirt, I had plenty of time to spend dancing round my living room the "The Nutcracker" and "Copellia" soundtrack pretending that I was a prima-ballerina dancing in front of a huge audience, I was in year 2, which meant I could have a BIG part in the Nativity play AND I was learning to play the piano - SERIOUSLY life was good (!)
I always think it's strange to look back on yourself as kid, cos part of you wishes you had the time to play games and put on living-room shows and just generally enjoy every minute of every day; and then the other half remembers how frustrated you used to feel, or I used to feel, about always being dependent and in the authority of adults. Don't get me wrong, I was a PROPER goody-two-shoes, but I was also incredibly bossy, incredibly messy and ALWAYS knew better than my father :-) hmmm, some things never change! But yeah, I guess I like being the age I am now because I'm independent...but still a little bit dependent. What I do find strange is thinking about what I would have done if I had known, at six years old, that I would leave bracknell, ballet school and wildridings shops to live in Germany, that in 7 years time my home-life would be turned upside down...crazy. So yeah, I was trying to get to sleep one night and that poem about being six came into my head and I just remembered not wanting to grow up, I still don't REALLY want to grow up now :-(
I am the Flask Lady
There is no doubt in my mind, or indeed anyone elses, that I am an obsessive tea-drinker. It's more than a drink to me, it's a lifestyle. I must drink one cup in the morning and one after school - (das ist wirklich wichtig!) failing to do so, would result in my routine falling to pieces. Thus I am probably an addict, however I refuse to buy tea from coffee shops or train stations - it's never right. PG tips are also a "no-go", they are actually revolting *bleurg*
I'm not sure what it is about tea that I find so appealing - I can't describe the taste, or the smell. Maybe I like the act of putting on the kettle and reaching for the tea-bags (in my house we have a whole shelf dedicated to different teas and coffees, seriously awesome!) or perhaps I like the way my tea is consumed, having a cup of tea is about the only time of the day where I really stop. Tea drinking is also a wonderful social activity, many great thoughts, ideas and feelings are shared whilst sipping a cuppa cha.
Whatever the reason, I can't live without it. So much so, that I have two Starbucks' hand flasks and a thermos, which many of you will have seen me carrying, which are always used to carry tea to school or to rehearsals. Some members of the Wizard of Oz Cast have named me "The Flask Lady" after the time I brought all three flasks (not all tea! One was tea, one was hot water and lemon and the other one was a lemsip thing) into the dressing room. I think I'm just so used to having tea on me, it's like having old friend waiting for you at the bottom of your bag (I also have lots of big bags...but that's another blog)
Before I publish this, I must add that I like my tea in BIG MUGS and only on special occasions will I accept my hot beverage in anything smaller (i.e a Jane Austen tea party) and on that note, I think I'm going to stick the kettle on!
I'm not sure what it is about tea that I find so appealing - I can't describe the taste, or the smell. Maybe I like the act of putting on the kettle and reaching for the tea-bags (in my house we have a whole shelf dedicated to different teas and coffees, seriously awesome!) or perhaps I like the way my tea is consumed, having a cup of tea is about the only time of the day where I really stop. Tea drinking is also a wonderful social activity, many great thoughts, ideas and feelings are shared whilst sipping a cuppa cha.
Whatever the reason, I can't live without it. So much so, that I have two Starbucks' hand flasks and a thermos, which many of you will have seen me carrying, which are always used to carry tea to school or to rehearsals. Some members of the Wizard of Oz Cast have named me "The Flask Lady" after the time I brought all three flasks (not all tea! One was tea, one was hot water and lemon and the other one was a lemsip thing) into the dressing room. I think I'm just so used to having tea on me, it's like having old friend waiting for you at the bottom of your bag (I also have lots of big bags...but that's another blog)
Before I publish this, I must add that I like my tea in BIG MUGS and only on special occasions will I accept my hot beverage in anything smaller (i.e a Jane Austen tea party) and on that note, I think I'm going to stick the kettle on!
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