On the way home

The Piazza Restaurant at the Royal Opera Housewas lovely, the Maître d charming and she soon found out we were twins sort of celebrating our birthday. (Hence the chocolate message )

The ballet was lovely not as charming as Don Quixote, but robust and dramatic with more death scenes you could shake a cod piece at

 

Amanda Holden’s Breasts

 

Titanique is bonkers

Bonkers, bonkers, bonkers

The musical journey of Jack and Rose as seen through the eyes of gay diva Celene Dion ( Lauren Drew) has to be seen to be believed. 

With just 8 performers., all with voices to die for, the songs of Mz Dion as well as favourites like All on my Own and I drove all night, are belted out inbetween dirty injokes, , slapstick and Dion’s accent which sounded more Colombian than French Canadian .

We even had the grinning Layton Williams bursting onto the stage as the Bitch Iceberg dressed as Tina Turner

God it was funny, and everything was made more camp when Amanda Holden appeared above Janet’s head to take her seat, dressed in a low cut leopard print jump suit.and Mick Jaggers lips

London

My sister and I are on our way to London 

It’s my Christmas gift to her

A ticket to see Romeo & Juliet at the Royal Opera House and lunch before hand in the Piazza Restaurant 

I love giving gifts like this

It always means I’m going too !!!! Lol The train is usually relaxing and we are not going to get knackered running around so im not going to stress the arm in any way, which is prudent

we are on the train,  booked into our favourite Z hotel in the centre of Covent Garden

Tonight we are off to see the camp-as-Christmas musical Titanique tomorrow is the ballet matinee of Romeo and Juliet

Janet and I get on in aneasy way

That’s the strength of twins 

We just are

Hope

 

I was driving home from counselling when I heard the news that the Conclave had elected Pope Leo

I was strangely moved to tears.

Coffee with Eleanor

 I went for an X-ray on my neck and shoulder today, more healthcare but this time professional and very slick. I was in a local cafe by 11am which is owned by the family of Mike Peters,the frontman of the band The Alarm , who died a few days ago. My brother looked after his guitars for him and they were kindred spirits so to speak. The cafe was surrounded by floral tributes from fans, friends and villagers which was sweet

Chic Eleanor turned up looking every inch the English lady she is and hugged me for the longest time

“Darling you need a hug and I have them in abundance “ she purred

I didn’t argue.

I moaned and she listened over coffee

It was good to see her

This afternoon I completed a literature search for uni, 

I will leave you with these two videos of well known songs

Genius

Adele’s someone like you and Abba

White Coat Syndrome

 

I was reviewed by the eye clinic consultant today

Apparently I have an abnormal Right eye from a blood vessel bleed which  probably occurred a few years ago

I cannot abide anyone assessing my eyes

A no nonsense nurse that felt as though she could handle herself in a pub fight squeezed painkillers and a pupil dilator in and as I half struggled to stop her , she held me down like a reluctant Virgin to complete her pressure studies 

LOOK FORWARD ! She instructed as if she was training a horse and I tried to comply…..

By the time the consultant reviewed my scans and asked for my blood pressure to be taken it was 200/100

I wasn’t fucking surprised

He frowned and said “This is not good”.

My blood sugar was a little high too but hadn’t dipped after my lunch only an hour before 

I tried to explain I was stressed but he was convinced I was devoid of any moderately healthy symptoms 

I nearly fainted when he said the treatment for my condition was injections into the eye itself 

I wondered if the robust clinic nurse would be doing it? And when? 

An hour later at home my blood pressure was 140/88 and my blood sugar was 6

The Twins

 

I woke with Weaver's serious face staring at me

Bun was sat on my legs

Both purring like German war planes

Drama

 

Blogging can attract a certain type of commentator, a personality that can identify as the persecutor or Critical Parent. In the context of Karpman’s Drama Triangle the Persecutor is an overly critical, demanding and controlling type who actively seeks to maintain power by blaming, criticising and punishing others. 

They are often judgemental and can seek to dominate the interaction by manipulation and the adherence to rules.

They bully.

lol are any of you having a light bulb moment? 

The other roles within the triangle are the Rescuers and the victims and by playing each role the drama can continue. Awareness is the key, awareness and recognising what roles you are playing in the interaction, having the ability to laugh and point at it or like an adult to be able to remove the interaction from play.

Trolls are personality damaged people, they seem unable or unwilling to leave their persecutor role which is an awfully sad place to find yourself in.