Today was supposed to be about preparing the business accounts ready for my accountant. That and the usual weekend chores of washing, ironing and food shopping. Instead, whilst baking some chocolate cupcakes and listening to the radio it became a day of memories. Coldplay's 'Every Tear is a Waterfall' took me back to the Olympic Stadium where we watched the Paralympic Closing Ceremony. 'Starlight' by Muse reminded me that this was one of the first songs Bea recognised and bounced along to. Listening to 'Land of Hope and Dreams' by The Boss and there I was in Manchester's Etihad Stadium with one of my best friends and a few thousand other fans. Music for me, like for so many others, has remained a constant thread, joining grey cell to grey cell and never failing to recreate exactly the same feelings and emotions experienced during, what I would later realise were, the defining points in my life.
So today, the accounts took a back seat and I took notice of the lyrics of a song I had listened to as a girl.
Bea is 8, still a baby in so many ways, but growing up so quickly that sometimes it's like watching TV with someone sitting on the remote control, causing it to repeatedly switch from live pause to 30x fast forward. Rather than sitting in my study all day, we headed off to Cambridge for dinner at Jamie's where Bea could indulge in one of her favourite treats, 'The World's Best Olives', and I sat in awe of this person that I have somehow helped to create, trying to make sure that as time marches on we spend it doing the things that really matter.
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