Neither Of Us

Published by: Dolly on 13th May 2018 | View all blogs by Dolly

A few days ago, I woke up to a blue sky. No cloud. Well, there might have been a few wisps about, but nothing of any consequence. The sun was up, and not even a hint of wind disturbed the warm air. The tree outside my window, was starting to push leaves out. I had cereal for breakfast, and ate it standing up, admiring the morning through an open window, and thought it would be a good idea to expose the bottom half of my legs to the elements with some shorts, sandals, a tee shirt, and go out in it.

So off I went. Not exactly whistling, or tum-te-tumming a happy tune, but entering into the spirit of it all. As I walked, I considered my destination. Around the area where I live there are a number of rivers, all of them clean, and unlike canals, devoid of rusty bikes, supermarket trolleys and old television sets, although I have seen one or two footballs heading downstream towards the distant sea. Besides these, there are areas where fisherman drink coffee, eat sandwiches, and generally while away the hours. These places are not exactly ponds, neither are they lakes, but a sort of an in-between. I don't know what you could call them. Plakes? Londs? Anyway, I headed towards a river with a plake near it. After the drab, wet winter of unending grey, and a spring of cold winds, I felt as though I had been transported to a different planet, absolutely bloody wonderful! I took my time, ambling along, absorbing colours, feeling the sunshine, and taking the odd photograph of nothing in particular.

Having decided that I had reached my destination, which is usually determined by not wanting to walk any further, I turned about and retraced my steps. Now, in order to reach where I live, I have to cross the road via a zebra crossing. When I reached the crossing, I stopped, and lo and behold, you could have knocked me down with a paper bag. On the other side of the crossing, I thought I saw Jeremy Corbyn, he looked straight across and thought he saw me, but when we crossed over, it was neither of us.

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  • mike
    by mike 3 months ago
    Dear Dolly,
    What have you done? Why should this wondrous apparition have appeared? Were you on the road to Wigan Pier? Have further visitations appeared? did you genuflect? I so feel our are hiding things
  • Dolly
    by Dolly 3 months ago
    I must admit Mike, it was a strange experience seeing the look alike Jeremy Corbin. There he was, as large as life on the other side of the road. But of course it wasn't really him, only a look alike. The look alike must have had the same experience, as he thought he saw me, but I must have been a look alike as well, because when we met in the middle of the road it was neither of us. Strange things happen when the sun comes out, some people become uneasy, and wonder why it's not cold, grey, and raining and can't explain what the bright thing in the sky is. They start to look upon it as an omen, a sign, a harbinger of doom, signalling the end of life as we know it, the fifth horseman of the apocalypse, who, according to Terry Pratchett was called Reg, who left before they became famous. On the other hand, it might be a sign to expose the bottom half of your legs to the elements by wearing shorts and sandals because the sun has come out.
  • mike
    by mike 3 months ago
    I thought your 'skit' very funny.. I can think of quite few writers - including a few modern playwrights - who would develop the idea into a novel or a play.
  • Dolly
    by Dolly 2 months ago
    Hi Mike,Having ideas isn't something I'm ever short of. My problem is having too many things going on at once in my head. My first love is music, which I spend a lot of time, and I have enough songs for around ten albums. The problem is, I don't spend enough time in developing them as poetry gets in the way, and that can bet pushed to once side because I have a novel doing the rounds for the second time, with very little interest. I'm also 40,000 words into another one, besides all the other bits a pieces I write!
  • mike
    by mike 2 months ago
    Dear Dolly,
    Your blogs do come across as though you have too much going on! I went to a concert given by someone you might remember - Nigel Kennedy! It was more curiosity on my part. I got the cheapest seat - right at the top of a concert hall - and that cost three times the price I usually pay. He began with a Bach violin work but it was really a jazz concert, I suspect it wast to promote a CD which is his tale on Gershwin. I found the concert very dated
    .Classical concerts are not that popular. The SouthBank has been doing themed programmes. The works of Stravinsky have featured - and Shostakovich. Both composers seem modern compared with Kennedy though there is no about he is a gifted musician. His programme went from Bach to Danny Boy. This was an encore but I did feel his encores were programmed into his show. When he played Danny Boy the violin could be a voice singing.a song.
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