Tale Weaver – #234 – 1st August – Excitement

This week Michael asks us to consider the word EXCITEMENT and what it means to us.
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Michael’s image suggests all the fun of the fair, and I can remember the atmosphere at the Mop Fairs when we were on the boat and fun fairs when I was a child.
I also recall the excitement of someone having a new puppy (see yesterday’s post) and the results of the puppy being excited to meet and greet new people as well as its owners.
Kids get all excited about the prospect of going to the seaside, and an OAP I was chatting to many years ago was ecstatic about trying candy floss for the first time.

Me?
I don’t do excitement.
Sure, I’m happy and enthusiastic about a few things, but excitement? Nah, not really.
Too many times of being let down, disappointed or disillusioned at the turn of events, so I tend to keep my feelings close to my chest.
But there was one time………………………………

May 10th 1991.
It was an action replay of getting married though this time with the right guy and without the frustrating build up and organisation. Hubby and I simply went to the Registry Office with our parents, 3 witnesses and a set of handcuffs to do the deed, quietly and privately.
Ah, I see you’ve picked up on the handcuffs.
Hubby was so convinced I was going to change my mind that he took them as a precaution intent of handcuffing me to the outside railing until I changed it back again.
No chance. I knew when I was onto a good thing.
But I digress (as usual)……………..

I wasn’t excited about getting married (been there, done that sotospeak), but I was excited about going abroad to Amsterdam for our honeymoon.
At 35 (well I would be two days later) I had never been out of the country and never owned a passport. All that was going to change, and it was a miracle I didn’t let on about the marriage bit in the office as I was THAT EXCITED!
I’ve written all about that previously here, here and here 
Two years later we went back to Amsterdam and it was my first time on an aeroplane.
I was like Garfield, and kept humming ‘I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now’.
I took a lot of photos, probably of the same cloud from different angles, and Hubby asked the stewardess if I could go up into the cockpit as it was my first flight.
Yeah, I was excited that time too.

Now I come to think about it, there was also another time:
August 31st 2010 when I went out to see Bro in NZ. I was entitled to a travel discount from the Bank and decided to use some of my pension pot to go First Class. I was treated like a queen and it was a one-off wonderful experience.
Bro had told everyone his baby sister was coming to visit, and I was tempted to arrive at the airport wearing a huge nappy.

Hm. Maybe I do do excitement afterall.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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11 Responses to Tale Weaver – #234 – 1st August – Excitement

  1. Sadje says:

    Very exciting times. I like the anticipation of traveling much more than traveling itself.

  2. msjadeli says:

    An entertaining romp through your exciting times, Di. The handcuffs cracked me up.

  3. Michael says:

    Great memories for you Di, thanks for sharing with us this week.

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