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Life of Lu 31/8/14

I love that I can now do my Life of Lu quite regularly!
Self indulgent dribble it may be but it is great to be able to do it!
Today I'm going to do a slightly different post. I've been getting lots of tags to do 3 'Thankfuls' a day.
So. Things I am thankful for.

1. Twirling

A weird first one huh? I love to dance. I love to twirl even more. When I think there is a possibility of dancing I wear skirts that flair so the twirling is even more fun. I twirled last night with some Irish folk. Lesson of the evening is that twirling and dancing to the Proclaimers should not be done on a sprained ankle. It makes it slightly more sprained the next morning!

2. Music

I have always loved music. I played the piano as a child. I tried my hand at many instruments after. But in the past few years I stopped listening to music properly. I would throw on the last waltz or phantom when cleaning the house but that was about it. When I went to London in May, a friend of mine played me some amazing tunes (probably to stop my rubbish banter!). When I got my new phone he invested time in leading me on the path of musical goodness. I have really enjoyed it! Let me share some of my personal favs.

Avett Brothers 'Morning Song'


David Grey 'Full Steam'


John Martyn 'May you never'

I had forgotten how soothing music can be. Though I think I am getting to emotionally attached to some tunes! They can bring tears.

3. Love

Ok. So this one doesn't really affect me. Perhaps again someday.  However, love is in the air at the moment. There are so many people getting engaged and getting married. One of my favourite things in the world is when you catch a couple giving each other that little look of 'I'm yours, your mine, we rock this love malarky but let's be discreet about it'.


I think my years of reading have corrupted my notion of men. I grew up learning of the passion of Heathcliff, the vulnerability of Rochester, the gentleman the was the colonel.  As great as it would be to have all of that in one person (if the Brontes and Jane Austin couldn't make it believable then it isn't happening), it would be nice to just meet someone nice. Someone who makes me laugh. Someone who makes me want to be a better person but who doesn't expect me to change.  Someone who understands that being two individuals is just as important as being a couple. I know he is out there somewhere, I just wish he would hurry up!

4. Friends

I am so lucky. My friends are great. Some go back 20 years. Others 6 months. I know I said before in a previous post that it can be quite lonely sometimes. It would be an awful lot worse without the amazing people I see daily, weekly, annually... 

 









5. Travel

I am currently putting plans in place to go to the US and Australia next June.... eeeeeek! I am so excited by it all. Watch this space. ...

6. Kilts

Right. Weird thing to be grateful for.  But I am. Not just because it is a good excuse to perv on some handsome Scottish men nor because I have any interest in whether or not the kilt wearers are 'True Scotsmen'. Nope, it is because of the effect the kilt has on people. You know how us ladies LOVE putting on a pretty dress and feeling like a princess for a day. The kilt seems to bring a certain manly pride to the wearer and as a result the wearer is a barrel of laughs. A handsome barrel of laughs. I am lucky enough to be going to a ball in November where kilts will be the dress of choice. I cannae wait. It will be braw...

7. Dr. Who

I love the series.  Parts of it scare the life out of me... weeping angels in particular. . . But I am hooked! Peter Capaldi is a great doctor.  I already believe in him. I love how if satisfies the geek within to controlled levels.





8. Bring Irish

I'm going to leave with this one. I love being Irish.  I love what it symbolises.  
I was out last night with some Irish folk and as we say back home 'The craic was mighty'.


It is amazing where the phrase 'so whereabouts in Ireland are you from?' The banter is always great, you nearly always find someone you both know and there is always a lot of storytelling. 
A couple of weeks ago my pride suffered a setback. I lost a 'How many first cousins do you have?' competition to a Scotsman.  39 to 38. I was raging. I did discover that one of his cousins is called Saoirse so it eased the pain slightly... but still... 


So, that is my list of Thankfuls.  Have a great week folks! 

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