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Everyone feeling all hearts-and-flowery today..?
Nah, me neither.
I'm finding it difficult to write a post this week. Not for lack of stuff going on in my head, mind you. I just don't feel like talking about it. Well, maybe just a little.
I'm p*ssed off with someone for being selfish and thoughtless but since it doesn't affect me directly and also because it's someone I swore off speaking to or interacting with a long time ago, there's nothing I can do about it so what's the point. All I can do is be there for the people whose lives this person's decision does directly affect. It doesn't stop me from feeling p*ssed off, but I'll get over it.
Perhaps I'll tell you about my weekend, instead...
On Saturday I went to The Point theatre to see a musical called Mamma Mia. The show was, in a word, brilliant! In it's simplest form, it is a love story. It is funny, and poignant, and highly entertaining. The singing and dancing are excellent and the characters are believable and likeable. Best of all, the music is that of one of the best-loved bands of all time: ABBA. The story has nothing to do with the band but their songs have been cleverly woven into the tale. If you get the chance, go see it! I was hoping to get tickets for my friend and young Cinderella for this weekend, as my buddy is driving up to visit us, but it seems the tickets are all sold out. I'm not surprised.
I went with six other women: we were six South Africans and one Irishwman in total. This, in itself, was entertaining... picture a gaggle of women all out for the day sans husbands and kids; a rare occasion indeed. I was a sort of tag-along, invited by a South African woman I met a couple of years back, in Ireland. The rest of the women appear to have known each other for some time. They are ALL mothers, first and foremost. Two are about 7 months pregnant. There was a lot of conversation about husbands, breast-feeding, labour, pregnancy, nappies (diapers) and all the other charming stuff that you'd expect when a group of such women get together.
And then there was me.
"So Terri, do you have children?" they asked.
"Er, none of my own, no.."
This seemed to stump them, as if they weren't quite sure what to do with me after that. Who was this woman? Some sort of alien? Perhaps they were afraid to ask me why, in case I had some deep dark tragic medical secret that I'd suddenly blurt out and ruin the happy, almost prison-escapee-freedom mood of the day.
My friend placated them by telling them I have step-children. They relaxed then, safe in the knowledge that there wasn't a spy in their midst.
I've had more stimulating conversations with pot-plants...
Nonetheless, I'm glad I went because the show was a treat and I guess the women were really quite nice and I had some laughs, too. In fact I would probably do it again.

So anyway... Happy Valentines Day, my little blog buds!

~T