A Few Of My Favourite Things.

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Waking during the night and needing the toilet, ah the joys of getting older. The bathroom window is open a smidge and the room is chilly; especially this month with the Beast of the East roaming these parts. The slate tiles were bitter cold beneath my feet, so it was a hasty pee so I could dart back to bed. Back between the sheets, my body heat still lingered and the warmth enveloped my feet. Although it’s a slightly different story when the hubby’s there, much to his chagrin, I don’t hesitate in planting my feet on his warm legs. But I digress, as I snuggled back in, the thought crossed my mind; that this has to be one of my favourite things; the childlike comfort of a cosy bed.

So, I got to thinking about the other things that warm the cockles of your heart. No surprises, but I have so many feel goods, and one such is Musicals, I freaking love a musical. In particular, Oliver (always fancied myself as Nancy) and The Sound of Music. My Favourite Things is well, one of my favourite things. It reminds of happy times, and the optimistic lyrics never fail to make me reminisce. Rodgers and Hammerstein at their absolute best.

By my bedside, I keep notepads, and whenever a thought pops into my head, I write it down. Because if I don’t, the idea will up and vanish like a fart in the wind. Cheers menopause! I also have a wee notepad in which at the end of every day, I write down the things I’m thankful for. Fortunately, I’m never lost for words. Gratitude is a good way to give back to the Universe, and reminding oneself makes for a better night’s sleep (that and an orgasm and or a good book).

One such scribble was to write a personal version of My Favourite Things. So in honour of great lyrics, and in their place are my words.

P.S. As you read, it helps if you sing the tune in your head 🙂

The Simple Things
The luxe of sheepskin on tired, bunioned feet.

Fresh pyjamas and flannelette sheets.

A new pair of trainers and malt whisky neat.
Squirrels, raccoons and micro piglets.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
Noodles, cat naps and big mugs of tea.
Raspberry jam on hot buttered toast.
Bra off, Netflix and Sunday Roast.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
The smell of a storm brewing, white seagulls flash dark indigo skies.
Washing on the line, the nostalgic smell of ozone and time.
Bloom on the Blossom and buds on the Birch.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
If the boss barks and the bills sting,
or I’m feeling sad.
I simply remember a few of my favourite things
and then I don’t feel so bad.
 
Walking my dogs on crisp Autumn dawnings.
The sight of honking geese arriving.
This is Halloween and Christmas Morning.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
My son’s coming home and sharing their day.
Husband and I, drunken reminiscing to songs,
me crying when Boys of Summer comes on.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
Mountains and all of nature’s ways.
Red summer nights and grey winter days.
Snowdrops glazed in a frosty haze.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
If the boss barks and the bills sting
or I’m feeling sad.
I simply remember a few of my favourite things
and then I don’t feel so bad.
 
Eyes that twinkle and crease with a smile.
My husband’s quirky chortle that fits and starts.
And that in this house we all laugh at farts.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
Rainy Sunday mornings, rolling like thunder under the covers.
Books by my bedside and not counting the hours.
Random acts of kindness and hand-picked wildflowers.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
The moonshine glow through my window at night.
Look up, constellations twinkling bright.
The feeling that no matter what, it will be alright.
When the bees hum and the birds sing.
These are a few of my favourite things.
 
If the boss barks and the bills sting
or I’m feeling sad.
I simply remember a few of my favourite things
and then I don’t feel so bad.
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