I’m not really interested in Valentine’s Day. However, it is a time of year which brings out a lot of mush on the internet, particularly mush that draws on books. Books are, as you may already know, my bag. Having said that, Dear Reader, I find the complete absence of context contextualising some of these quotes quite galling. Continue reading “A Bookish Valentine”
Music is a way of telling stories, and so it stands to reason that you can learn a thing or two about storytelling from music. Nowhere is this more evident than in the words of Swedish pop band, Abba. Here are three things they have taught me.
When I saw this week’s photo prompt was love, I thought of three things – my boyfriend and words were two, and the third was my family. They are always there for me, with encouragement and support that manifests itself in all sorts of ways, and one of them is this funny little box.
I’ve had it since I was quite young – probably about eight or so. My Grandma gave it to me at some point after I sent her a letter detailing the many ways in which I was feeling unloved (I can’t remember what these were, exactly, but there’s a 99% chance it related to my sister getting a biscuit and me not getting an equal number of biscuits. That sort of stuff sent me into the depths of despair until I was about 23). If I saw the attached poem out of context now, I’m sure I’d probably pour scorn on it for being so twee… But it’s not twee. It’s something to remember my grandmother by, and a visual reminder that she – and the rest of my family are completely, unconditionally excellent.