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No queue at the supermarket today and they even had some flour. BUT there was no Soleros (knobbly bobblies and some watermelon fruit pastille thing were practily the only lollies available) and no ketchup either. A lot of people out there eating ketchup smothered Soleros, but not me. My kids are going to starve to death too. They can’t eat anything without ketchup on it.
I had a bath after the kids were in bed and before the slightly delayed snooker (my wife was doing a podcast up near the arena). My daughter tries to avoid bed for as long as she can and I heard her singing and moving her around. I asked her what she was doing and she came into the bathroom. It’s still acceptable for her to see me in the bath, but I guess soon it won’t be though I am not sure how the cut off is defined. She said that she liked making up songs when she can’t sleep - she wants to be a pop star when she grows up and for now there is no reason at all to tell her that that is unlikely. Also everyone always told me that I couldn’t make a living playing myself at snooker when I was grown up, but look at those idiots now.
But seriously the idea of me being a writer or actor or clown were not taken seriously (which you’d think I would have liked). I am sure they wouldn’t have shot down the 5 year old me though. But once I was older no one pretended that what I wanted to do with my life was a realistic option. Fair enough. In Cheddar in the 1980s it was as close to an impossibility as you could get.
Anyway, as I lay in my bath (and aptly enough) my daughter sang a song that went something like “Listen to your heart. You can be what you want to be.†It was a little cliched, but good enough that I assumed it was something that she was copying off a TV show. But when she finished and asked me if I liked it, it became clear that it was her own composition.
It was a little tuneless and the subject matter somewhat derivative of other work in the genre, but I could genuinely tell her that I thought it was great and that I couldn’t believe she’d made it up. She was happy and sang it again for me.
When she’s a successful pop star I will be on hand to tell the world that her first audience was her dad in the bath.
