i could have been a contender

that's kind of what I feel about this blog,
 yes not as dramatic as on the waterfront but somehow today was full of strange pleasures which  i so wanted to record in articulate genius that i honestly felt pulsing through my vein earlier when driving and stuff, but by now I feel like a wrecked and jaded mother again, but hey, i have finally got two kids to sleep and at last can sit down and chill.

it all started this morning as i awoke and scraped my life back together again.
my brake lights were out they've been playing up and today was the day to get on down to the garage and get it fixed.
so after taking my son to school during which we had a rather adolescent v mother row in which he relished in telling me that his dad has a picture of a cow on his phone that occurs when/ if i call ( which made me smile indeed- cows are misunderstood creatures! and i told him that children who don't do as they are told turn into looters- at least that's what the daily mail says (yes stone me i sometimes guiltily partake of reading that rag too)
anyway, after driving really shiftily without brake lights all the way to dulwich -where he goes to school-, hoping the piggie wig wigs weren't on my tail and trying to drive at an even speed so that those behind me wouldn't drive into my arse if i braked suddenly, we
made up.  i remember going of to school in tears and how it destroyed my emotional makeup for the rest of the day but then i am a girl- but i like to send him off stable if possible. then off i went to drop off baby girl to school.
that done i mosied on down to my mams where my darling parents presented me with one beautiful plate of bacon eggs and tomatoes and toast and a mug of tea- first fabulous moment of the day! thanks.

so then off i go to garage where a guy of innate kindness sorts my car out and never really charges me much cos i swear he is some lovely lovely guy who also thinks really highly of my dad.
so he does the oil; water; and other important stuff and we chat and have a laugh about life. then his colleague sorts out my sunroof which has been stuck open for weeks letting in water and he sorts out the brake light switch, a job which i can only describe as one fiddly bitch of a job.  when i want to pay him he says no worrys. that is too gross. i make him take some money and go buy him six guiness, his favourite.
then while i am waiting for them to finish the car i get chatting to an old guy who is also lucky enough to know my garage man and he tells me stuff about his life. so i say 'can you still feel your feet' cos its cold and he says 'no,  i don't feel the cold much, i spent time in germany' i personally didn't know germany was much colder than here but i show interest anyway 'oh wow really'.

he did national service- one of the last lot to do it, at 20 and he - John- met and fell in love with Margaret. they been married 49 years and he is 80 he says rather proudly. i tell him he looks half that cos i can't work out how to say he looks about 70 at least without it sounding not that much of a compliment.
he looks happy like he already knows this. he does actually look about 70 or so but you know when you get talking to an oldie they seem so young cos they are so young they are full of stories and vitality.

anyway i spose that's it really it was just nice. i talked to another old guy about how kids need trees to climb.  that old chestnut. and i just love that finding kinship in the oddest of places with people who you don't really know that well.

anyway my blogs are getting way to long and never really correlate with the title.
but hey the fact is some days bring love for humanity in strange ways.