Day 504: Paid to Laugh

This is not Chris

Quite apart from a fabulous day laughing with wonderful, delightful Jack Rebaldi (I don't think I'll EVER get bored of him!) and delicious is-she-French-no-really-she's-French-right Barbara (who is, in fact from Essex, I think, or East London, but looks and sounds French, even in English)... quite apart from all that fineness, and getting paid to laugh as we work, then there was Chris.

Soulful Singing on Saturdays

Chris was on the train (which was delayed, or replacing a cancelled one, or something)...  He was retired. He used to work the bins for Brighton Council and he lived in Whitehawk. He worked in the same team of men, doing the same rounds, meeting the same people, for 25 years. He loved his job, so he said. Loved it. He had smile lines that went not only around his eyes but through his whole face. He was very funny, very warm and lovely to chat with. If I could have shrunk him and put him in my pocket, I would have. I really liked him. I did tell him this. 

We said goodbye at Preston Park. I planned to do work and to let people I was late for know know that I was late but in the end, I was having such a nice time talking to him that I forgot about all the things I could have/ought to have/should have been doing and enjoyed the moment. 

This is Mahasukha

I got home to find a wonderful book from the 1980s or so waiting on the mat. Raw Energy by Leslie Kenton. It cost 99p. I think it's about to make me feel a lot better. It's a version of what I learnt on the fast (oh, the fast - I never said - 6 days on water and very diluted juice... nice - so much more than that, but it's now passed and gone and my commitment not to do anything during that time meant skipping the blog too). I learnt good things about nutrition and then denied them of my body... now I'd like to offer it something a bit gentler, so let's have a go at this. 

I sang on Saturday. That's worth mentioning. With Mahasukha at the Dome in Brighton. I'm still glowing a little bit. I find it marvellous. I actively do some marvelling when it's happening. It makes me very glad indeed. I almost feel a bit loved up by it. I am delighted to be blogging too.