its really dry and dusty now. i know everyone's talking about it...like reluctant memsahib at http://reluctantmemsahib.wordpress.com/ and val over http://monkeysontheroof.blogspot.com/ ....and mercury's doing funky things out there according to tam at http://fleeingmuses.blogspot.com/ ...stay home, she advises, detox and don't get on your hosses until, what, the 15th or something? don't panic. that's the main thing, so says lulu at the riotous and blisteringly real http://familyaffairsandothermatters.blogspot.com/ ...but i think she was talking about our crashing global economy which makes people panic and jump out of tall buildings and also makes people steal from other people. look what happened to miranda over at http://thetimesofmiranda.blogspot.com/ . never steal from her. she'll break your bloody fingers man. as reya says (have to add this just now because i can't remember exactly), she think it might have to do with someone called Mr George Fuck It Up Well And Truly Bush.
well. i am holding a particular planet alignment responsible. i can only wonder what dear mr god is thinking about all of this. what silly little joke is he playing? maybe its mrs god. more up her street. to get us back for what we did to that spoilt little revolutionary son of hers...(http://thegoddiaries.blogspot.com/)
ernest will end up like dylan: and become a prophet by mistake.
oh i wish it would rain. the earth is cracking up everywhere. like the cement floor in my house. (bastard builders. mean little builders.). and the wind blows and blows and blows ageing me at a rate of knots, and toying with my mental health, like it's a football or something. like it was the yellow plastic bag i watched this morning, being twirled slowly round and round the courtyard, like a tumble weed..this afternoon there was thunder on the mountain and dark clouds...but of course, they never quite made it out to the splendid ngorobobs. oh no. not to these bald little wind scoured hills. clouds are far too opulent for them.
i might be forced to consult a rain maker. and pay my karmic dividends pronto.
rubin rode with me this morning. two hours over the bare baked plains. the sky was white. and faint church chorals tumbled their way in bits and bobs on wind spirals. distant. beautiful.
i didn't wish to be anywhere else.
now i do.
this evening i deeply wish i was in the ritz in paris in a white toweling dressing gown, sipping prosecco (tick this box: prosecco in hand) with a pile of magazines, dinner delivered, movies all ready to go, an enormous silken bed, with endless oodles of cash waiting to be spent on wonderfully frivolous things like silver or red or pale tan or gold suede high heel shoes, with silk ribbon ties, lotions and potions and perfumes which will take away african sun wrinkles in a jiffy and make one smell of crisp linen and plump roses, hair is all jen (as in arniston - lots of it) pure white linen riding shirts smelling of lavender, new jodphurs and boots all of which have been exquisitely hand crafted only for me. underwear underwear underwear which fits properly and enhances... brown and kingfished blue and plain white cottons...all wrapped in boxes and ribbons. and oh hell. throw in some delicious caroline rummegar jewelry. why not? and three little gold rings of uneven diameter.
uuuuuum...what else? oh definitely a foot massage, chocolate, great sodding piles of letters from everyone i know saying how bloody fantastic they think i am and last, but not least, three of the worlds top record companies , going crazy in the hotel lobby to get me signed up after the single witchcraft changed the history of the world.
oh and dido's my manager.
and then of course, when i've had enough of life this way, a private jet, all paid for, picks me up and whizzes me home to my little battered pink house on the hill, with four horses, four dogs, 5 cats, three children who happen to be three of the most beautiful people on the entire planet, and one ever patient, ever loving, ever handsome, ever absent husband.
put that in your pipe and smoke it mr universe.
No kitchen board tonight because damian has my camera. he borrowed it to go and take photographs of camels.