I was going to post this yesterday before we left for a much anticipated day trip to London. This is one of my favourite songs in the world, from the Hitchcock film The Man Who Knew Too Much.
As an aside, I was delighted to spot that the dress which Doris wears in this film clip bears a striking resemblance to the one I wore to my last birthday party.
Yesterday turned into one of those days where nothing seems to go right. I’m sure we all have them.
Our trip was aborted when there were problems on the train line. And so we headed back home, pledging to make the most of what was left of the day back in Nottingham. A film and dinner perhaps? A second cancelled train, further delays and increasingly bad weather conditions put paid to that. We ended up back at home, nearly 9 hours after we’d left that morning. We hadn’t seen London, we hadn’t had a nice meal, we had got cold and wasted one of the last holidays my husband has until April.
I thought again about this song when we were stuck in traffic surrounded by snow and ice on the last part of our journey. The day was all gone and there hadn’t been rainbows after all. I thought about how events had given this song a different meaning to the one I had intended to share with you and I felt glad I hadn’t posted it after all.
Some things just aren’t meant to be.
But some things very much are. And today is a brand new day. So pass the lint roller, I’ll dust myself off and carry on.
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Sorry your day didn’t go as planned Lucy! Whenever stuff like that happens I try to think about how worse things happen at sea and all that jazz. Love que sera sera, Doris Day is the bomb.
Definitely! Worse things happen at sea is a great one to remember in times of trouble x
Poor you – v frustrating when inanimate things conspire against you. And it sounds as if your train was very, very inanimate. And whoever said ‘it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive’ is an idiot. Or at least lived in a very different time for travel than our cold, smelly, grimy, INFURIATING public transport.
Ought to now go and have a little lie down…
Ah, Doris… Balm for even the most troubled of souls!