I woke up this morning singing, in my head, the nursery rhyme Incy Wincy Spider. Wait, what? I have no idea. It sure as hell beats No Milk Today by Hermanâ€™s Hermits. Thatâ€™s the song has been going around my head, like a reoccurring nightmare, for weeks now. It started in a bookshop in The Rocks and reoccurs at alarmingly regular intervals. There was a theory that perhaps the song is trying to tell me something. Letâ€™s look at the lyrics, shall we?
No milk today, my love has gone away
The bottle stands forlorn, a symbol of the dawn
No milk today, it seems a common sight
But people passing by don’t know the reason why
How could they know just what this message means
The end of my hopes, the end of all my dreams
How could they know the palace there had been
Behind the door where my love reigned as queen
No milk today, it wasn’t always so
The company was gay, we’d turn night into day
But all that’s left is a place dark and lonely
A terraced house in a mean street back of town
Becomes a shrine when I think of you only
Just two up two down
Interesting, and not terribly optimistic. I donâ€™t really drink milk. Maybe this is some sort of community service announcement so I can avoid the onset of osteoporosis later in life?
Milk delivery as a metaphor. What will they think of next.
I sorta thought perhaps the whole thing was something to do with the song New Slang by The Shins. Listen to the song New Slang and hum this Hermanâ€™s Hermits song in your head â€“ uncanny, no!?!? Anyway, turns out not so much because it takes very little for this song to infiltrate my brain, and I can be no where near The Shins OR New Slang and BANG, the MF is all there up in my head space.
Anyone know a good hypnotherapist?
In the next week I need to come up with surefire ways to decrease the missing of a certain person for some weeks. Missing someone is bittersweet I think â€“ itâ€™s kinda nice to have that intimate thing with someone â€“ that thing of missing their smell and their feel and the things they say and the emails they send and the way they hold you. For the first couple of weeks itâ€™s a fairly romantic notion, and then thereafter all you want to do is see them again.
You know things are crazy when you try and decide on a weekend to hold your housewarming party, for the house in which you moved into in May, and the first free weekend you can come up with, when everyone who matters is in the right place and can make it, is in October. I think I will have the damn party and call it something else. A house heating, perhaps, because itâ€™s well and truly warm now. I have ideas about cocktails and boardgames. It could get messy but I think it will also be an enormous amount of fun.