What wonderful weather we are having – I’ve been like a single solitary daisy turning my winter wizened face towards the welcoming rays of the sun. And yes, before you beg to differ in order to make me feel better, my face is definitely looking wizened.
I fear, and not before time it has to be said, I will finally have to update my facebook picture, otherwise I might be accused of trying to claim false identity. The sad truth is I have never updated it in all this time. But, before I do I fully intend to cheat by trying the sample of the new wonder anti ageing serum I bought online that is being hailed as a miracle cream. I called my sis on her tab to tell her the exciting news.
“Suckers cream you mean,” she dismissed scathingly. I saw her mouth curl in derisive distain. Oh her of little faith!
“Wait till you see what it does,” I enthused, “I’ve been watching all the videos on you tube.
Her look implied if only she had the time to sit round watching you tube all day but she’s far too busy earning a crust.
“It’s absolutely amazing,” I carry on regardless, “It even worked on a ninety two year old woman. Tell you what, I’ll take a before and after photo, in fact, better still you can watch me do it live on camera.”
She yawned and turned her tab to face the ceiling. She hates photos and video chatting so I am used to talking to my sister’s ceiling, although it’s not the most interesting ceiling in the world to stare at – hardly the Sistine chapel innit although her walls aren’t arf bad because they have quite a few of my paintings adorning them. Not quite sure why I’ve gone all cockney.
“Well once you see for yourself (presumably with her pork pies - cockney ryhyming slang for eyes) you will believe,” I told the ceiling, although to be honest I have yet to try it. It came in the tiniest of phials – and I mean tiny. I could only afford one, so I won’t be able to fill in many cracks and crevices, but even a few less will do. Anything that offers a glimmer of hope (albeit false - the cream only works from eight to ten hours) and makes you feel momentarily happy in this often bleak and dismal world has got to be a good thing.
Take the aforementioned daisy for example. Daisies are known to convey cheer and exuberance. They got their name according to Wikipedia because, unlike a public house, they open at dawn as the day just starts to begin and are visited by many small insects - rather than beer swilling punters.
A Daisy symbolizes innocence and purity. It can also symbolize new beginnings.
Here we have a joyous rendition of two daisies dancing - followed by a quote by William Shakespeare.
A alegria evita mil males e prolonga a vida.
I didn’t know old Bill was multilingual did you? I wasn’t sure which language it was so I looked it up on my Babylon translator.
Spanish - to joy avoids thousand ills and prolongs life.
Italian - At alegria avoids mil males and prolonga to vida.
Or as old Bill would say - avoideth one thousand of men and thou wilst prolongeth thy life.
I’m with Bill on this one - avoiding all males, especially the one who saddled me with HIV, would have certainly prolonged mine.
The flower meaning of daisy is “I will never tell”. No good keep asking that Daisy for an answer then, true or otherwise. Better we follow the saying - “I will go pick daisies and have a happy heart.”
Just as long as we’re not pushing them up!
Forgive me dear hiviners for recycling!
If you’ve been good the Easter bunny will presumably leave you some eggs, according to age old custom, in your bonnet – or if you are an old man from up north, in your flat cap. If you happen to be a youth of today without any asbos, you might well find some lurking in the bottom of your hoody.
The Easter bunny is a mythological rabbit (sorry to shatter your illusions but it’s always better to know the truth!)) based on pre-Christian customs honouring the fertility goddess Eostre. According to the 8th century historian the Venerable Bede (better known as Rowan Atkinson!!) the word Easter is derived from the Germanic goddess Eostre pronounced yo’ ster (one for the hoodies) a fertility goddess from whom we derived the word oestrogen. Not much is written about her lesser known sister progesterone, which is a pity and probably why women are having so many problems with PMT and the menopause these days.
I often wondered why rabbits are associated with Easter and now I know. It’s because the hare and rabbit (sounds like a pub) were the most fertile animals around and so became symbols of new life during the spring season. The Female can apparently conceive a second litter of offspring whilst still pregnant with the first, in which case, I’m glad I wasn’t born with floppy ears and a fluffy tail - well, at least the fluffy tail!
The expression ‘Mad as a March hare’ derives from the wild caperings of hares as the rampant males fight over the females in the early spring and then attempt to mate with them. Males of any species are often prone to fighting and ritual (not to mention mating!). Take the ritual of bunny dipping for example where the gentleman half stands and half sits when a lady leaves the table. The phrase allegedly originates from the Playboy club where the bunny girls developed the ‘bunny dip’ so that their bosoms didn’t fall out of their bustles when they were bending over the tables. Rabbits are also often present at the table, but usually in a casserole dish, and there are many different ways of cooking them. The Welsh have always been renowned for their rare bits, as well as their cheese on toast and there is nothing tastier, it has to be said, especially with a sprinkle of Worcestershire sauce.
There is also the ‘bunny boiler’ of course, which originated from the film ‘Fatal Attraction’ when Glen Close performed her very own version of bunny dipping - as in boiling the pet rabbit. There is even a website BunnyBoilers.net where if you click on ‘she boilers’ they will give you a unique bunny boiler rating. I wonder if they would be interested in my mine? It’s been acting up a bit in these high winds and I am absolutely dreading the pilot light going out.
The Goddess Eostre has also got her own website and her message today is that if you have been going through a period of stagnation and lethargy, where nothing seems to be happening, (tell me about it) well let it go. Now is the time for growth. The Goddess says that wholeness is matured when you stretch and that stretching promotes growth. Well, I’ve been stretching all day but I don’t feel any taller. Perhaps I should make her an offering – but not a rabbit casserole of course.
The following poem ‘The White Rabbit’ is a poem which has been passed down through the generations of my family and which I can somehow relate to HIV especially in regard to prejudice and stigma. Maybe that bigot Nigel Farage should read it and take heed especially after his comments in the Leaders election debate last night.
The White Rabbit
There was once a rabbit with silver fur
And her little grey neighbours looked up to her
Till she thought with pride in the moonlit wood,
“The reason I’m white is because I am good”.
“Oh dear, oh dear” said the tiny mole,
“A fairy has stumbled into a hole.
It’s full of water and creepy things
And she can’t get out as she’s hurt her wings”.
“Don’t tell me about it,” the white rabbit said
And she shut up her eyes and her ears grew red.
“There’s lots of mud and it’s sure to stick
And my lovely fur is so long and thick”.
A little grey rabbit popped up from the gorse
“I’m not very strong but I’ll try, of course”.
And his little tail wagged as he waded in
And the muddy water came up to his chin.
But he caught the fairy tight by the hand
And sent her off safely to fairyland.
But first she kissed his little pink nose
She kissed his cheeks and his little mud toes.
And when the day dawned in the early light,
That little grey rabbit was……
Living with HIV often means having to go without things – you gradually learn to live with it (HIV) and without it if we are talking about love! But do you have to?
I know many positive people who have found love – in fact some actually thank HIV for leading them to their new positive partner albeit by way of an internet dating site.
As it is hard enough to find a meaningful relationship in this day and age, whether you are positive or not, a positive dating site has to be a good thing, doesn’t it? At least the messy business of disclosure is taken care of before you even start. Remember the old saying nothing ventured nothing gained - and at least you know you can’t get HIV because you’ve already got it!!
Sorry I have been absent of late, I have been battling a major germ. Germ warfare - me against it!
The first day I came down with it I don’t remember a thing, only being comatose and sandwiched between two dogs, Lady Doodles and her best friend Ebony, guarding me until nightfall like a pair of bookends till my son got back from work.
“Acute bronchitis,” pronounced the doc and prescribed anti biotics and steroids. He got quite cross when I made him check on his computer to make sure they didn’t clash with the HIV meds. Also when I said didn’t want his pesky steroids. Well, unless they are HIV specialist doctors they don’t always know the facts do they and we pozzers have be careful and look out for ourselves.
What a horrible germ it was, coughing till you were sick and constantly blowing one’s hooter. Luckily, in the name of economy, I’d bought an industrial size stack of kitchen rolls at a very reduced price. There are so many of them they have practically taken over the entire house and will probably outlive me at this rate, at least as far as this bloody germ is concerned! But what I didn’t realise when I bought them was that the paper wasn’t serrated (that’s probably why it was so cheap) so you have to tear it off manually in jagged ragged bits. This way it will last even longer!
Even after constant hooter blowing 24 hours a day for two weeks I still have rolls and rolls of it left. I will never, at my age, be able to use it all up!
If I go before it, I have given instructions to my nearest and dearest for it to be rolled out at my funeral by Lady Doodles like the Andrex advert – the last roll call!
Anyway, one good thing has come out of all this, I have finally given up smoking and I feel much healthier, so maybe I will outlive the kitchen roll after all!
Some days it's just that bit harder to get from one side to the other