It was a biting cold, cloudless day here in East Anglia. I woke up feeling that the day had a strange feel to it. Have you ever experienced this feeling ? Anyway, I'm a list maker - so before I go to sleep, I habitually leave little lists of things I need to accomplish for the next day, on my table or my nightstand. Something I taught myself to do when I worked in the corporate world, in a past life. Today though, felt a bit odd - a bit off - creepy. I told myself it was just me having one of my creepy moments and proceeded to have my fruit, granola and two cups of my soy-laced, free-trade, caffeine fix. My list said the following; an appointment at the hairdressers, a run to the bank , pay some bills, shop for some bit's and pieces from the market and a chat with my extremely posh friend, Corrine. I first noticed it as I crossed the ancient bridge and made my way into the village.
What's this ?! I stopped and stared for a few seconds......
Hmmmm - well that's interesting. The holiday spirit is certainly abundant in the little market village of St. Ives. I forced myself to think this or alternatively, I may have to go back on those pills again. Please no !! Not the pills !!
It suddenly washed over me, that this phenomenon was no fantasy, it was reality. As I continued to make my way into the village, I kept reminding myself that I was not sleep walking nor was this one of my bizarre dreams, like the time I dreamt about the jogging tin of Spam that had cartoon arms and legs. Slowly, I began to acclimatise to what my eyes were seeing and accept the situation. After all, I live on an ancient, mystical Island. Yes, yes, I'm in England ! Things are different here on this little island.
Get with it, Marsha !!
Okay, so the swans are in on this lunacy too ?
I can accept it, after all, Christmas is said to be magical right ??
Oh how adorable ! This is exactly like being in a Walt Disney movie.
Who needs pills when I can live out my life in a celluloid, cinematographic film.
"Et tu Brute?!" Or should I say, Oliver Cromwell !!
Finally - proof that Cromwell was not really a Roundhead.
He's wearing a pointy hat - is he not ??
So secretly - he must have been leader of the little known,
"Secret Society of Pointy Heads."
Okay, okay, okay ....
What sort of sick and twisted person would do this ?
This is my favourite shop !!
So not cool.
And the winner is ......
She's probably the ring leader of the Secret Society of Pointy Hats.
It suddenly dawned on me that there was to be a full moon tonight.
Strange things always happen when the moon waxes round and full.
Honestly, all I want to do is finish my errands, have my girlfriend chat
and get home where I can be safe. I really want to go to my quiet place
right now. I mean - look at them - they out number me !!
And you do NOT want to mess with a villager when there's a full moon.
No telling what the "Secret Society of Pointy Heads" are capable of doing.
I'm walking fast now - I'm walking across the bridge, almost
over the bridge, I see my street, I'm not far from my flat - keep it steady ....
Hold it ! I must stop for just a second and admire the lovely green
field whilst the sun sets. Isn't that gorgeous !!
This vista makes it all worth while. The Secret Society, the Walt Disney
existence, the corrupted Buddha, all of it just fades away when I look at this.
Okay - now run like hell !!
{post script}
No seagulls, swans, dogs, people or Buddhas were harmed in
the making of this blog, nor were they coerced into wearing the pointy hats.
The seagulls were a bit reluctant at first - but they eventually came around.
All participants were allowed to keep their pointy hats.