Evidence that overflowing Tupperware cupboards aren't the only problem later life brings
Ben Cottam (@TheCottam) posted this statement on Twitter today: 'When you're growing up, no one ever tells you how much of your adult life will be spent pushing tumbling Tupperware into cupboards.' I know, right? Why does no one say? And what else does no one tell you about adult life, particularly later adult life? I have made a list. 1. That one day you will say, 'They'll freeze, dressed like that,' and 'Let's go home. It's nearly 10pm,' and think nothing of it. 2. That a summer will come when you will start the days dressed in cardigan and socks and only take them off when it's warm enough to leave the kitchen door open. 3. That police officers, teachers and nurses, rather than getting older, get younger, birthday by birthday, and that one day you will be burgled and then visited by a seven year old with a notebook and a helmet. 4. That the music in pubs and clubs becomes louder, brasher and more sweary, year on year, so that
Are you calling Mark farty?
ReplyDeleteGlad you figured it out. Can't wait to see what you'll link to next.
My guess is the olive store.
Arty-farty is a compliment in England, Amanda. Translated, it means, 'I wish I was that clever. How annoying.'
ReplyDeleteI was there days ago, woman. What are you talking about?
ReplyDeleteSo now you've gone among the fartiliterati, have you?
I'm surprised Mark put up with lightweight like you.
Loved the poem, are there any more?
Hi Friko - yes, I know it's been there a few days but I thought I'd wait and see whether the comments were thats-a-nice-poem! comments or so-she-thinks-she's-a-poet? comments before posting the link. Is that paranoia? I think it might be. At least, all the voices I hear say it is.
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ReplyDeleteHave no fear, that was a nice poem. Congratulations on finding the missing link.
We call is artsy-fartsy here in America Fran.
ReplyDeleteFartsy...
I'm feeling a tad fartsy today. Not artsy. Just plain old fartsy.
Fran, you truly are amazing. In Texas we would never say arty-farty because the other cowboys would shun us, or take us to a brokeback mountain, one or the other. So I'll stick with 'amazing.'
ReplyDeleteI'm impressed! I've just figured on my i phone so I'm celebrating, too.
ReplyDeleteAnna May x
Thanks, Martin!
ReplyDeleteAmanda, what's an 's' between friends?
ReplyDeleteLesley - thanks. Please stick with 'amazing' - I'd hate to think of you being dragged off to a brokeback mountain. Does a mountain with a broke back go to an osteomountainpath?
ReplyDeleteAnna May - you and I are just playing around on the boundaries of technogenius, I can tell.
ReplyDeleteThat link is so cool I'm going to use it again and again...
ReplyDeleteI've said this before and I'll say it again.
ReplyDeleteLeave us not forget Petomaine, the original art farter.
Congratulations, Fran, on the creation of both an effective hyperlink and a very fine poem.
ReplyDeleteMark, I'm so proud of it! And it's all down to your wonderful tutelage. At least, I think that's the word I want. All of a sudden, it sounds like a big ballet skirt.
ReplyDeleteI swear I won't, Lane.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Stan. All I have to do now is learn how to operate my DVD player and I'll be sorted.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem. Love the mood shift from warm to cold; light to dark. Very effective. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Rachel. That's a really nice comment.
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