Wednesday, September 21, 2005
And Charlie says da doo ron ron
I can't see anything except a swirl of colours with my left eye, which is nice, it's like having your own peronal en suite kaleidoscope
I used to wonder what it is that women have to say to babies. I’ve never really concentrated on it but I know it’s more than just coochiecoochiecoo. I imagined that it was just one of those things that are somehow necessary, some sentient female instinct to engage the child in conversation, not because the baby will understand the words let alone the meaning, but will somehow absorb some part of it, maybe the sentiment, maybe vocal structure or intonation as part of a subliminal early learning process.
However, I now thing this theory is a lot of tush – ever since I actually registered what I was saying to the dogs. We walk and I talk, complete drivel. Yards of it. It’s become an out of body experience now, tonight I overheard myself singing the “wee on it” song.
“what is it Charlie I don’t know…let’s wee on it”
“what is it Toff, I’ve no idea…let’s wee on it”
“la la la la la (sing along now)…let’s wee on it”
I do voices too.
I’m going into a home soon.