a spoon full of sugar
I'm mixing my metaphors (or musicals), but when Frank and I watched a scratchy old copy of The Sound of Music this evening, it struck me as being quite the spoon full of sugar. (Although it blew my early night right out of the water)
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens...
When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don't feel so bad.
If that's not cognitive therapy I don't know what is!
To add to the pleasure of it all, I sang along to my heart's content, remembering the crazy Sound of Music sing-a-long I attended in London (waving scraps of fabric and yelling 'look behind you Maria' at the big screen) and movie afternoons dad and mum staged for us, complete with intermissions filled with ice cream and popcorn.
What a lovely evening. Thank you Frank.
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