Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Lady Gaga Edge of Glory
Now I had no idea that Mz Gaga sang this little ditty. However, I was aware of the song itself, but thought quite wrongly that because of it's "pop siliness" it was a Eurovision Song Contest entry.
Anyhow I am leaving this toe tapping little piece on Going Gently as a direct result of posting a belated birthday card to old friend Jimmy late last night!.
After all of the animals had been locked up, I collected the dogs and we took ourselves off into the village to the post box on London Road..
Instead of walking back on the main road, I took the more circular route back past the old farmhouse of Bryn Teg and through the small housing estate of Maes Offa which borders the most easterly part of the village.
As we past one house, I heard this song blasting out from the living room windows and I was just about to initiate my po-faced, lip pursing "oh how common" middle aged judgements when the living room's occupants came into view.
Dancing to the music was a fairly hefty young woman in her twenties who was accompanied by two excitable and bouncing children. The three of them performed their own heavily choreographed routine amid squeals of laughter and to me, the whole scene, was suddenly as sweet and as amusing as the one I had witnessed on the field earlier that day, when George went egg stealing with Albert in tow.
I was brought up by a mum and dad who didn't really have fun with their children This was, I guess, a product of being slightly repressed and depressed "older parents" in 1970 suburbia.... but just...... for a moment when I watched this young mother thunder around her living room in her dressing gown and slippers, followed closely by two hip swinging excitable children, I mused just how sad that they didn't!