He’d rather swing from a cable, than sit by the table and eat cake
He’s half way up, before you’re even awake
He’s got style, and still they dial the police
Just wait, he’ll come down in one piece

He’s said before there’s a risk I know
Feeling almost that it’s part of the show

They call him kongulo you’ll never see him in an elevator
It moves too slow
See you later, he’ll see you later
Let’s hope the winds don’t blow
Watch out here comes the kongulo

Afraid of heights when it comes to flights of stairs
But when he starts to move nobody cares
No safety line he takes his time out there
Stops for coffee and the rest of us just stare

He’s said before there’s a risk I know
Feeling almost that it’s part of the show

They call him kongulo you’ll never see him in an elevator
It moves too slow
See you later, he’ll see you later
Please don’t make it snow
Watch out here comes the kongulo

It made us all even keener
When he hitched a ride with a window cleaner
Human kongulo’s are rare
Now he’s on TV talking about his hair

They call him kongulo you’ll never see him in an elevator
It moves too slow
See you later, he’ll see you later
Lets hope the winds don’t blow
Watch out here comes the kongulo

Watch out here comes the kongulo

Watch out here comes the kongulo

Latin is a language,
As dead, as dead can be.
First it killed the Romans,
And now it’s killing me!

Sometimes it’s a wonder that the English language doesn’t go the same way!

I shared an image about the English language on my Facebook page yesterday, and it sparked some interesting conversation between the boyfriend and I over drinks in the pub, not to mention the seeking out of this favourite childhood poem of mine, which he found rather amusing given he’d never heard it before.

The English Language

Some words have different meanings
and yet they’re spelled the same.
A cricket is an insect,
to play it – it’s a game.

On every hand, in every land,
it’s thoroughly agreed,
The English language to explain,
is very hard indeed.

Some people say that you’re dear,
yet dear is far from cheap.
A jumper is a thing to wear,
yet a jumper has to leap.

It’s very clear, it’s very queer,
and, pray who to blame
For different meanings to some words,
pronounced and spelled the same?

A little journey is a trip,
a trip is when you fall.
It doesn’t mean you have to dance,
whene’er you hold a ball.

Now here’s a thing that puzzles me:
musicians of good taste
Will very often form a band -
I have one around my waist!

You spin a top, go for a spin,
or spin yarn maybe -
Yet every spin’s a different spin,
as you can plainly see.

Now here’s a most peculiar thing,
’twas told me as a joke -
A dumb man wouldn’t speak a word,
yet seized a wheel and spoke!

A door may often be ajar,
but give the door a slam
And then your nerves receive a jar -
and then there’s jars of jam.

You’ve heard, of course, of traffic jams,
and jams you give your thumbs.
And adders, too, one is a snake,
the other adds up sums.

A policeman is a copper,
it’s nickname (impolite!)
Yet a copper in the kitchen,
is an article you light.

On every hand, in every land,
it’s thoroughly agreed,
The English language to explain,
is very hard indeed!

Harry Hemsley, 1962

Autobiography in five chapters.

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit
My eyes are open
I know where I am
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

I walk down another street.

~ Portia Nelson

So for today I am giving you a motivational post, because I am not going to let my struggle with this topic stop me from my post a day. There is always a way to carry on when you are stuck even if it does mean changing the focus of this week. I am going to get on with getting on. I am going to make the changes that are required, because one thing is certain. I am *not* going to quit this challenge.

Don’t Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will;
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill;
When the funds are low, and the debts are high;
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Success is failure turned inside out;
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt;
And you can never tell how close you are;
It may be near when it seems afar.
So, stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn’t quit.

Smiling is infectious,
you can catch it like the flu,
someone smiled at me today,
and I started smiling too

~ author unknown

Although that said when I smiled at someone I know in the canteen this morning, the response I got was a grunted “what’s up with you?”

*sigh*

I guess some people will always be miserable. I am putting a lot of effort into not being miserable and being much more positive, happy and making the most of life.

More people need to do the same, go and pass on a smile to someone else today.