Trying to ignore the entire seventeenth century at the moment, so have a look at this poem which a good friend recently sent me… It would seem to sum up my blog (less so my life, but the blog nonetheless), and so I have decided to include it here:
You like safe sounds:
the dogs lapping at their bowls;
the pop of a cork on a bottle of plonk
as your mother cooks;
the Match of the Day theme tune
and Doctor Who-oo-oo.
your name called, two happy syllables
from the bottom to the top of the house;
your daft ring tone; the low gargle
of hot water in bubbles. Half asleep
in the drifting boat of your bed,
you like to hear the big trees
sound like the sea instead.
– Carol Ann Duffy.