Am I going to buy me something pretty? Am I going to buy rich a birthday present? Am I going to save it for a weekend in Edinburgh? Am I going to buy that zoom lens I so desperately want for my camera?
Nope.
I'm going to get my puppy neutered.
He's booked in for the 24th February. Neuter and microchip.
I also got him weighed when we were up at the vets making the appointment. He's apparently 15.5 kilos (roughly, he wouldn't stay still). I'm surprised by that, Sparky's ~14.5kg and Kota seems a lot more than 1kg heavier... I dunno. It's also annoying as the cut-off for the cheaper neuter is at 15kg. Typical. The vet nurse suggested I "starve" half a kilo off him to get him under it. I reckon if I don't feed him that day (which I can't anyway) and give him slightly smaller meals for a few days beforehand he might just slip under...
I was going to wait a few more months to get him done but seeing as I have the money now I may as well do it now rather than scrimping and saving to get it done later. And it means I can stop worrying about Sabby coming back into season before he's neutered. And I won't have to go through him starting to hump things/people like I did with Sparky. He'll be almost 10 months by then that's old enough, right?
I'm worried about my baby already...
Uh huh, wonder what sort of "training" she's gonna be using... My guess is for "OMG! You must dominate your dog!" type training. The only other training leaflets in there were for classes in Cupar by "Alpha Dog Training".
And so I've just been online and ordered a load of Business Cards for "Purely Positive Dog Training". With my phone number on.
I'll hand them out and see what happens...
The bits I can remember anyway,
Monday. I don't really remember to be honest. Day shift, Andy was in doing the paperwork. Not too busy.
Tuesday. You can read about my morning shift (in the Kitchen) here. I couldn't have been more wrong about the evening shift though. I expected it to be quiet and it was packed. Andy and I got a right humping. I suppose it was all the students starting to come back into town for classes this week. We were busy anyway.
Wednesday and Thursday. Just kind of blend into one. Day shifts. Not too busy. Mike and I got caught out playing darts in the afternoon by someone who knows Andy (and promptly told him). Andy wasn't too happy.
Friday. Wasn't as busy as most Friday lunchtimes are. The Area Manager came in briefly to speak to Andy but that was fine, he left before the lunchtime crowd came in. I worked bar and kitchen for lunch as Mike is slow.
Saturday. My first "AFD". It was actually better than I thought it would be, but that's possibly because there was rugby (YAY!) on. Ireland roundly kicked Italy's asses, as I knew they would. England won over Wales. Most of the pub were supporting Wales (Scots always suport whoever is playing against England, it's quite funny) with only me and 5 guys down by the dart board supportig England. I don't care, we won.
Andy told me that I'm not allowed in the pub for the England/Scotland game. Or, that if I came in, I should pick a window to leave from.
Sunday. More rugby (YAY!). Scotland against France this time. I kept saying I was going to cheer for France when I wasn't really, I'm not as childish as the Scots so I was cheering for Scotland. Just to prove it Andy gave me a Saltire he had in the office to drape around my shoulders. We had free pies at half-time. Scotland lost.
Estelle came in for Sunday night which meant I got to go home rather than doing another AFD (like Andy was).
Total Hours Worked: 68.25
Total Pay earned (after tax): £319.74
I then did another day shift yesterday (Monday). We were rammed at lunchtime and Mike couldn't keep up with the orders but it was only me on the bar so I couldn't help him and we had several complaints.
And now I'm off for the forseeable future! That should be it until the end of February. I hope that's it until the end of February! I will, however, be working a few nights for Sandy.
Second training class today. It was more of the same with longer stays, more distance and an added "food refusal". We had to walk around a plate of ham on the floor rewarding the dog for ignoring it. Sparky did amazingly and didn't even look at it. And so the trainer made me point it out to him. Which he took as an invitation to eat it... He looked very confused when I told him to leave it after showing him it was there.
But otherwise he was perfect again. More excited than last time, but that was my fault. He hasn't had a decent walk for a few days, courtesy of me working so much.
We're, apparently, working towards the Bronze CGC certification. Sparky can pass that no problem. A couple more weeks of this and I'll see whether I can "try" the more advanced class. I've no doubt that Sparky could manage it! Hell, Kota could probably do the class Sparky is in!
Kitchen was quite fun this morning. Not too busy, just £50 worth of food, and at a nice steady rate rather than all in at once.
Home now. Meant to take the dogs out for a run around the park. Didn't. Been throwing Kota's Kong up and down the hallway for him to chase but Sparky's not interested. He's just lying on the sofa next to me instead. Poor boys don't know that I'm gonna run away and leave them again in 10 minutes.
Not looking forward to tonight. LOOOOONG shift. Probably quiet. Just me and Andy (who's not grumpy today so that's good!) (Hi darling. See, you don't suck all the time!). The Folk Music guys should be in for a little bit of entertainment but they sit up in the back room and you can't hear it properly at the bar.
Gotta go get changed now. Don't want to. Break wasn't long enough.
Robin Hood: Men in Tights is on TV. I love this film and don't see it often enough!
"And what makes you think the people will follow you?"
"Because I, unlike other Robin Hoods, can speak with an English accent."
Allan and Jacqui are on holiday this week. Becca's back but can only work 2 night and Richard can only work his usual 2 nights. Which means it's pretty much me and Andy running the bar this week.
My rota is as follows:
Monday (today): 10am - 6:30pm
Tuesday: 10am - 3pm in the Kitchen, 5pm - 8pm in the kitchen and 8pm - 1am on the bar
Wednesday: 10am - 6:30pm
Thursday: 10am - 5:30pm (and then doggy class!)
Friday: 10am - 6:30pm
Saturday: 10am - 2pm and 6:30pm - 2am
Sunday: 11am - 2pm and 6:30pm - 1am
Only...
On Saturday the 6 Nations rugby starts (YES!) and Allan forget this when he made the rota. And so there's rugby games (and football games) on in the afternoon of Saturday and Sunday. And so we'll have enough customers that we need two people on the bar.
And that means me and Andy.
So I may well be doing AFDs over the weekend. That sucks.
Andy suggested a sleepover in the backroom on Saturday night so that we were just already there on Sunday morning.
ETA: I just did some quick maths. The hours on the rota (so excluding the extra ones I will probably do over the weekend) add up to 67 hours. 67 x £5.60 is £375.20. Minus the 20% tax I pay means I'll get £300.16 for the work I do this week. More (obviously) if I do extra hours over the weekend.
Ha! Andy will be doing more hours than me and he's salaried so I''ll end up getting paid more than him this week! :D
Richard was in quite a happy mood but Andy was being a serious grump all night and had none of his usual banter which just made it suck all the more.
[Hi Andy. Yes I know you're reading this and I really don't care. It's true, you're a grump and you suck when you're grumpy.]
By the time we closed at 1am there was a group of 5 students in the back room and two regulars Bruce and Phil (who's the manager of another pub in town) in the bar. At 10 past I went up to the students in the back room and told them it was time to finish up. They nodded but otherwise ignored me.
Two minutes later I went back up and said "It's realy time to start moving now guys!". They ignored me. So I told them that if they didn't finish their drinks by quarter past I was removing them (which I am legally obliged to do). One of them looked at his watch and said they still had 5 minutes so I said I was going by the bar clock which runs slightly fast.
"Oh, so we've got about 10 minutes then."
o_0 WHUT?
Seriously, this is supposed to be Scotland's best University. The student's are supposed to be the cream of the crop and they can't fucking count!
Anyway, they left at quarter past (by MY clock) and I went into the bar to tell Phil and Bruce it was time to go. Bruce immediately finished his drink and started packing up. Phil, who was playing on the slot machine, started putting more money into it. So I told him it was time to leave and he said "Just 5 pounds more!" still putting money in. So I said OK but that he had to go after that £5 was up. He agreed.
Two minutes later I see him putting in more money. So I tell him "No more!". He agrees and plays what he's got.
And then puts his hand back into his pocket...
And I just go "NO!" and reach down and switch off the machine at the wall.
He left after that, telling me that I was a "Good girl". Patronising prick.
It wasn't a completely bad night though. Ricky and Customer-Andy were in and I did sit and have a nice chat with them about various crap until Boss-Man-Andy complained. I really like Ricky, even though he is one of my "Dirty Old Men". He's a good laugh and him and Customer-Andy together are just a blast.
I was working a split shift today, 2 hours over lunch and then 5:30pm - 2am.
Lunch was fun. It was obscenely busy and And and I were rushed off our feet. To top it all off our Area Manager decided to pop in for a quick visit in the middle of lunch service and so we were having to everything quickly, efficiently and actually to Belhaven standards (which we don't most of the time, but don't tell anyone that). It was quite good fun really.
Then tonight was really quiet and by that point I was knackered (my day consisted of get up, walk dogs, go to work, go home, walk dogs, relax for half an hour, go to work) and I was getting stomach cramps and serious sugar cravings and I just really couldn't be bothered. So I was quiet and grumpy which isn't like me at all. And then, to top it all off, I started getting a bad headache towards the end of the shift and I didn't have any painkillers and I didn't want to go into the all-night garage next door in case the creepy guy was in. So I just put up with it.
And now I'm home and on my computer instead of going to bed, which would be the logical thing to do.
Anyway, a question for a friend.
A lady I work with, Jacqui, has a Standard Poodle named Bunker. I'm not too sure how old Bunker is but he's adult, male and neutered. He has separation problems and can't be left alone. He has also chased his tail compulsively from the day Jacqui got him. I can't remember much of Bunker's background. I pretty sure Jacqui got him when he was slightly older, rather than as a pup but I don't know where he came from.
She showed me a video of him today. He was in a field, dragging a long line and bouncing around in circles. As Jacqui moved closer he backed off and then started circling again. She tried to get hold of the line a few times but each time he'd run away and then start circling again.
[On second thought, I should have tried to get that video for you, shouldn't I? I will try and get it tonight/tomorrow.]
Any thoughts on what could be happening and how to stop it?
Jacqui's daughter is off to see Cesar Millan when he comes through the UK on his tour and I'd really, really like to get positive methods started as soon as possible so that they're firmly grounded before they get stupid ideas but I really don't know where to start. I'll be sending her anti-CM links along with any answers I get... You all know how much I hate that man!
As soon as we'd got through the door Sparky was prancing around on the end of his lead barking his head off and trying to reach every dog he could.Once we got over to the corner we were sent to I sat as far away from the other girl as possible and started asking for sits and downs and only rewarding when Sparky was quiet. He was still very excited but at least wasn't barking his head off and was paying attention to me.
I started talking to the other new girl, whose name was Lynn. She was there with her 14 month Border Collie, Maura. She'd adopted her 4 months ago and it was obvious she'd had no dog-dog socialisation as she had no social skills. She was OK off leash, boisterous but friendly, but tended to snap on leash (she'd already done this to Sparky a few times, but he's got a lot of "bounce back" and didn't care). She'd never been through training classes either and wasn't sure what to expect. It was nice to meet someone else who was as nervous as I was! She's also hoping to (eventually) take Maura into agility but needs to work on her basic obedience first.
By this point other people were arriving and Sparky was getting excited and vocal all over again (more sits and downs with a few paws and begs thrown in). The trainer, Fiona, then came over to talk to us. She bought forms to fill in for next time, some free poop bags and the Redcastles newsletter along with free samples of their new "Barking Heads" food. I immediately gave that back saying that I already fed Raw from Redcastles (turns out she misunderstood me and thought I fed the Barking Heads, but that's OK). She told us to basically follow everyone else and that if we didn't understand to just "look blank" and she'd come and help us.
So we went and sat down at the top of the hall (puppy class had finished by this time) and we ended up next to a guy named Alan and his Border Collie (lots of BCs and GSDs in this class) Jenson (after Jenson Button). They were also there because they wanted to do agility, which means they should start those classes at the same time as me, which will be fun! They were nice and Sparky was very interested in Alan's cheese. Jenson wasn't. Alan's daughter had fed him before class.
And then the class started. We walked around the hall with the dogs in heel practicing sits, downs and turning. Easy.
Then we all stopped and took it in turns to weave your dog in and out of the others. Sparky stopped to sniff once on his turn and broke his sit-stay once when another dog was walking. Very good!
Then we did stays. A one minute down-stay with the handler ~8 ft away standing still and in sight. Easy.
Then, 2 at a time, we did wait-and-recalls finishing with a sit in front. I then had to get Sparky to go from "Front" to "Heel" by going around the back of me, easy luring job, followed by another wait-and-recall. Easy.
And then we did more heel work followed by another stay and somehow the hour had gone and that was us done.
Sparky was an absolute dream. He barked a few times when other dogs did (and in the mad first 5 minutes) but was definitely one of the best behaved dogs there. Considering the puppy-trainer's young ACD was climbing all over him and couldn't hold a sit-stay I don't think we're going to have any problems...
I hope it gets harder than that though. Ths is only the third session but if it doesn't pick up soon I may enquire about the Advanced classes rather than the Novice classes. I hope the new session of agility starts soon!
The one critique that I did get was that Sparky's bandana was "pink" (it used to be red!) and it made him look like a girl... That's fine, I'll put on his skull-and-crossbones one and his spiky collar next week!
Oh, and he tends to swing his butt out from heel position when asked to sit or lay down.
He came home very tired and fell asleep on top of Rich.
Thing one about dogs: Sparky and I are off to an obedience class in Dundee tonight. This is the first step to getting him into agility classes, Iwe have to prove we can play nicely in a class setting and won't be a distraction to the other dogs or handlers. I haven't actually spoken to the lady who runs the class yet, but I've had a nice e-mail conversation with the guy who runs the actual club (who'll be in my class with his dog today) and it seems really good. It's £6 to join the club and £2 a class but they're happy to waive the £6 for a few weeks until I'm sure Iike it. They're happy for me to bring my clicker to use even though they don't use clicker-training in class (although I don't think I will, I'll just use a verbal marker instead). And the only things they said I had to bring were treats and a toy so I think it's going to be a good, fun class!
I'm really nervous though. I know it's silly but I am.
Thing two about dogs: I've just come back from walking both dogs along the beach. When we go to the beach we head right along to the end, up through the ruined Cathedral and into town before heading home from there, it makes for a more interesting walk rather than going over the same stuff twice.
Anyway, as we were walking through the Cathedral there was a mother and young boy (I'd say about 7 or 8) walking towards us. And something about them just set me tingling and I got the urgent need to put Sparky on his leash. So I did and we continued heading towards them.
Kota spotted the boy and took 2 or three steps towards him (Kota likes small children; they're the right height for licking without being told off for jumping up, they taste nice and they make strange giggling noises...). He didn't speed up or anything, just picked a definite direction to walk in rather than wandering aimlessly. The boy's Mum immediately screamed "ALEX!" at the top of her lungs, the boy spotted Kota and ran towards his mother, who was running towards him. She then put her arms protectively around him and glared at me. I just rolled my eyes and rewarded Kota for the nice recall he'd executed.
Seriously? How does running from something that you think is going to chase you make any sense? And the little boy was obviously only scared because his Mum was, he hadn't paid any attention to the dogs before his Mum screamed at him and he couldn't have missed seeing them.
Luckily Sparky was far too concerned that being put on his leash was part of a dastardly plot to remove his stick from him and didn't pay the slightlest bit of attention to the boy, his mother or the screaming.
And he got to keep his stick and carry it proudly all the way home.
Thing three about dogs: is a rant about Susie and Sabby. Susie spends most of her time in a little world of her own where everything is hapy and shiny and full of rainbows and unicorns. Unfortunately when she's in that world not much of this world, including Sabby, seeps through.
Sabby is far too full of excitable energy. What she really needs is a Really. Long. Walk. but Susie never gives her one. She gets maybe a half-hour game of fetch a day and when she comes back she's still prancing around from excitement. And yet Susie says she's "worn out".
Sabby also gets very protective of "her" room (Really? An un-spayed bitch being territorial? Whodda thunk it!?) and will growl at Sparky and Kota when they go in there. Sparky's got the hint and stays away (he doesn't really like Sabby anyway) but Kota's young and has the attention span of a gnat and regularly wanders in. I do my best to keep him away but you know what would be really helpful? If Susie would just shut her damn door! She pushes it shut behind her but all the doors in our flat have quite stiff latches and to get it to click closed (so that Kota can't push it open) you need to properly shove it. And she just won't do it. I've taken to pulling it shut everytime I see it ajar and 5 minutes later she'll walk through it and leave it open again.
The final thing that annoys me about Sabby (and Susie) is how Sabby behaves when she sees my dogs. When she's out of Susie's room and my dogs are around she flops her front half down onto the ground on her side and sticks her butt up into Sparky's face. It's not a play-bow it's "SHAG ME!!!!" pose. Sparky hates this and will grumble at her and walk away at which point Sabby will follow him and do it again. What does Susie do when this happens? She laughs and goes "Oh, stop flirting Sabby! Really, she's such a flirt!" Uh. No. If she was a male dog that behaviour would be humping, it's not any more acceptable because she's a girl.
And the absolutely final straw about this behaviour? Is that Sabby excitement pees when she does it. This is annoying because the only reason she excitement pees is because Susie doesn't let her out often enough! Thinking about it, I have never seen Susie let Sabby out into the garden for a pee, I've only ever seen her take her out for her one walk a day. When I looked after her for a weekend and let her out into the garden with my two she didn't kow what I wanted and kept prancing around my feet. And our upstairs neighbour (who's always smoking outside he back door) thought I'd got another dog because she;d never seen Sabby before. The poor dog is bursting all the time.
And then, when Sabby pees on the floor, Susie's idea of cleaning it up is to wipe it up with a bit of tissue paper (if it's on the laminate floor) or give it a quick wipe with a cloth (if it's on the carpet). Disgusting. I generally end up cleaning it up properly (yanno, with cleaner and all that) when she's back in her room.
As a side note: I came home from work one day to find dog pee and poop in the siting room. Sabby had done both whilst Susie was watching TV and she hadn't noticed. In. Her. Own. World.
Only she locked the door with the dead-bolt after her. Which we only do at night-time or if there's no-one in the house.
I'm sitting in the sitting room, by the front door, with the light on and my music blaring...
She really is in a world of her own.
*Ricky comes back from the toilet and stops at the bar*
R: "I have a story to tell you..."
Me: "Oh dear.."
R: "I was in the toilet, doing a wee-wee, when I noticed that the knob on the condom machine was pulled out."
Me: "OK..."
R: "And I thought to myself "That's not normal" and so I pushed it back in again."
Me: "And you got a packet of condoms out?"
R: "Yep! And then I thought that I had no use for them but that I knew someone who did so I bought them back for you!" *hands me a box of condoms* "Enjoy!"
The condoms ended up, at Richard's suggestion, in the pocket of Andy's waistcoat so that he gets a nice surprise when he comes to work tomorrow...
And, just to illustrate how quiet my night was, this was the highlight of my night!
I'm not feeling well but, at te same time, I don't exactly feel ill. I feel all cold and shivery and have no energy. I just want to sleep but, other than that, there's nothing wrong.
And I've got to get up and go to work in an hour and I really don't want to. But I can't call in sick when I was in for lunch today and perfectly alright then.
LOOOOONG day yesterday.
After working until 1am on Wednesday night I was up at 6:30am in order to have a shower and sort stuff out in time to get a train at 7:50am. Rich drove me to the train station and I had a relaxed journey into Edinburgh alternating between reading the handbook for my Personal Licence course (which I was supposed to be reading) and Pride and Predjudice and Zombies (which I'd rather read).
I got to into Edinburgh at 9am and went into the St James's Centre for a hot chocolate and carried on reading until just before 10am, when I popped across the road to where the course was.
From there on it was a boring day. The guy doing the course said at the start that we coupld probably pass the test without him teaching us the stuff ad he was right. It's was all common sense. The few things I didn't know I could have worked out anyway because it was a multiple choice exam! And the wrong answers were always completely wrong. For example:
Q - What is a sign of drug use?
A - Excessive thirst for alcohol
B - Excessive thirst for water and soft drinks
C - Excessive flirting
D - Something else equally crap that I can't remember.
Seriously? Flirting is a sign of drug use? *rolls eyes*
After I'd done the "exam" (it doesn't deserve that name) I sent Andy a quick text to tell him how easy it was and he replied with "Oh good! You can come home and work this evening then!" Uh... no! I do feel a bit bad because he was working an AFD (All Fucking Day) yesterday but, meh. He's the manager. He can suck it up and do his job.
Instead I met
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kitcatcook in John Lewis and we cooed over baby clothes for a bit. Then we went back to hers, ordered take-away and cooed over more baby clothes. I stayed there for a little while, just talking and catching up and then she drove me back into town to catch the train home again.As we pulled into Leuchars it was tipping down with rain. I got off the train and started heading towards the bus top. And then suddenly remembered that I hadn't got the bus out that morning and so didn't have a return ticket and had used the last of my cash paying parking for
kitcatcook 's car and for sweeties in Tesco...And so I was stuck in Leuchars. It's a tiny train station so there's no ATMs. My options were:
1. Beg other people for money for the bus. Not happening, I'm not that confident at speaking to people I don't know!
2. Sweet talk the bus driver and blag my way on. Not happening, see above.
3. Get a taxi back. Not happening, it's £12 for a taxi back to St Andrews and I wasn't paying that much and I wasn't going to ask ANdy for expenses for that much.
4. Call Rich and ask for a lift. But he was at home and that's quite far away from Leuchars.
5. Call Andy, who was in the pub with Allan on a quiet night, and hope he can stop laughing long enough to come and collect me.
Number 5 it was then... And, yes, he laughed at me a lot! I'm going to have the piss ripped out of me for that one for months to come...
Anyway, I then ended up back at the pub with him and Allan and, seeing as I was there already, I decided I may as well stay for a drink... Or 4.
By the time it got to midnight there was only me and a regular, James, left in the pub. For some reason everyone thinks we close at midnight on a Thursday when it's actually 1am... Meh, we don't complain. Anyway, Andy shut the pub early and we went and played a few games on the quiz machine. I then went to put my coat on and leave and was told that if I stayed and helped to tidy up I could get a lift home. It was still tipping it down with rain, so I agreed. Finally got home at 2am.
Long day!
But I now have the certiificate that allows me to apply for a Personal Licence. That then gets sent off to the Police and they have 21 days to check my criminal record. They then give me an interview (probably just a quick phone "why do you want a licence?" one) and then I should get my licence! Awesome!
Kyra Sundance, who is the person who wrote the dog trick book I'm following for 101 Dog Tricks, found my blog! And was impressed enough to comment. How she found it I don't know, but she did. And it's awesome and made me very excited. Now I'm really going to have to pull my finger out and get on with it!
Also, bunnies came up onto the bed for snuggles last night, after I'd fed them. They'll come up to beg for food quite often but generally leave me alone once they've got it! I was so happy. I also got a delivery from Pets at Home today so have plenty of food and hay for them. Not that it will last long, little monsters.
Oh, I also forgot to take my book off the bed when I went to work last night and came home to discover that the buns had eaten all of the faux-leather back cover. MONSTERS I tell you!
We got a memo through from Belhaven Head Office on the 15th January stating that our holiday entitlement is going to change. Currently we get roughly 4 weeks paid holiday a year (changes slightly depending on how many hours you work) and you have from 1st April to 31st March to take it. They're changing the holiday year to running from 1st March to 28th February and so all holiday any staff have left has to be taken by 28th February or it will be lost.
Lets see...
I have ~2 weeks holiday left.
Mike has ~2 weeks holiday left.
Andy has 1 week.
Jacqui has 2 weeks.
Allan has either 1 or 2 weeks (I can't remember what he said).
And we all have to take all of it before the end of February.
Do Belhaven not want any staff for the next month?
This does mean, however, that I will shortly be getting 2 straight weeks PAID holiday. I have no idea what I'm going to do wth myself for a whole 14 days when my life isn't going to be revolving around that pub!
In other pub related news: Tony is leaving. This means that (a) my hours will be bumped up and (b) I should be getting promoted to supervisor. Yey! A whole 20p an hour pay rise! *rolls eyes* That measn I;ll be taught how to cash up at the end of the night and stuff. Exciting!
It also means that for the week Andy is on holiday Allan is the only person who knows how to cash up at the end of the night. Which means that, for an entire week, I should be on completely day shifts! Which means I'll have all my evenings free for an entire week!
I have to go through to Edinburgh on Thursday. I'm getting my Personal Licence. I have to leave at Stupid 'o' clock in the morning after working on Wednesday night, which won't be fun. But I do get paid for the time I'm there and I get my travel money back. Which means I can spend time with
kitcatcook without spending any money to do so! Not that she's not worth spending money to see, of course...Finally, my boyfriend is weird... http://rgannals.livejournal.com/3547.htm
For some reason I got "Closest Thing To Crazy" by Katie Melua stuck in my head yesterday. I haven't listened to that song for months but there it was. So today I found it on Spotify and listened to it again. I'd forgotten how much I love it. It's a beautifully written, beautifully sung song. I've listened to it three times over so far today. And I'm still singing it.
Interestingly enough the first time I listened to it Spotify skipped me over to "Crazy Crazy Nights" by Kiss afterwards. Think it's trying to tell me something?
How can I think I'm standing strong,
Yet feel the air beneath my feet?
How can happiness feel so wrong?
How can misery feel so sweet?
How can you let me watch you sleep,
Then break my dreams the way you do?
How can I have got in so deep?
Why did I fall in love with you?
CHORUS:
This is the closest thing to crazy I have ever been
Feeling twenty-two, acting seventeen,
This is the nearest thing to crazy I have ever known,
I was never crazy on my own…
And now I know that there's a link between the two,
Being close to craziness and being close to you.
How can you make me fall apart
Then break my fall with loving lies?
It's so easy to break a heart;
It's so easy to close your eyes.
How can you treat me like a child
Yet like a child I yearn for you?
How can anyone feel so wild?
How can anyone feel so blue?
CHORUS
...and being close to you
...and being close to you.
