Hit my targets today. Important to emphasize that this is metaphorical, and that I have not become violent or started attacking my partner. On the contrary, in a state of relaxed, drug-heightened stupor, I asked him to marry me as it was the 29th. He very gently reminded me it was still only January. One step forward, three back.
There was a reason for this sudden moment of romanticism from a woman who cannot remember immediately how many years she has been married or whether we married on the 6th or 7th (fortunately my partner is a wonderful soft-hearted romantic and can) - I asked my partner to marry me on 29th February and he said fortunately said yes. I may be a month early - but my feelings were sincere this morning.
I am still a tad fuzzy from time to time - but over all I am going slowly but surely. Concentration is a little bit of a problem still - and my spelling - well.
I had a wonderful blast from the past in the post today which was from a very old friend of my parents. My Dad, had amongst other things, occasionally performed ventriloquism. He hated doing it - and was technically OK - but not a comfortable performer in this medium. He used a vent doll which was given the name Tommy and was dressed in a similar outfit to the one my Dad wore for informal children's shows. Tommy was a very vivid part of my childhood as he often sat in the armchair in the front room having an airing between performances. He was a part of my extended family of marionettes and puppets. For me he had a distinct personality in my imagination and was a sort of imaginary playmate.
I was in my early teens when my father formerly retired from theatre through ill health and I can remember coming home one day and finding that Tommy had gone. I only realised recently who Tommy had been sold to - although it was probably shared at the time.
Today, Tommy has been 'retired' in a new guise and will form part of a theatrical archive. I am very much hoping we can see him one last time. In the meantime, the post brought some smashing black and white photos of Tommy after a minor makeover, from the performer who had originally bought him from my father. Brilliant. I will treasure them.
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