Tired Out

My Songshine Sounds blog co-host KK published a fun new prompt the other day. She has called it “Where were you? Tuesday“.

The idea is that she presents a song, and we respond with our memories of it. Where we heard it, what we were doing at the time, and so on. For this edition, she has chosen “I won’t do that” by Meatloaf.

I must admit that I was never a Meatloaf fan, but I remember this track from one of those compilation CDs, “Now That’s What I Call Music”. I don’t know if this franchise ever made it outside of the UK, but in the end they made more than a hundred of these things, I think (although I’d long since given up buying them by then).

But in the 2000s, I ripped every CD I owned to MP3, so I was able to look it up this evening. It was Now… #26, released in 2000. At that time, I bought music to wile away my three-hour rail commute up to London and back.

The jobs were only standard 7½ – 8 hour days, but add that commute on top, every day was at least thirteen hours out of the house. Daughter was less than a year old, too, so it felt imperative to get home every night to see her, although Mrs Bump did most of the parenting by far.

And, you know how some jobs are better than others? Well, in 2000 I started probably my best ever job, as an architect for Coutts, a prestigious UK private bank. It was rumoured that Posh and Becks had accounts there, although I don’t know if that was true.

They were good people to work for because, while most companies scrimped, saved and cut corners, for Coutts, their reputation was everything. It was all done properly, the best of the best. That was a good working environment. I met many switched on people there and I was thrilled that these people regarded me in that same category.

So I’m sorry, KK, but I don’t have any specific memories of this track. I remember all those bloody hours, though!

Tiny Feet

I was browsing through WP the other week and came across a post about a woman’s decision not to have children. Notable, I guess. Somebody being able to reproduce but choosing not to. I’m not sure why, and it’s nobody’s business but her own. But I did think it might be a good subject for a post.

Continue reading “Tiny Feet”

The Magician’s Assistant

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 29 July 2021, real.

Though their marital grievances grew,
Magic Sword trick helped husband’s revue,
But the blades they were real
She felt taste of cold steel,
As he skewered her right the way through


Prompt image for the Fandango One Word Challenge prompt

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