Strange Voices on St Valentine’s Eve

Or Friday 13th, if you’re superstitious about such things. I was born on a 13th, so I’m OK with things like that.

In the Mansion in my mind, Thomasina’s decking the halls and singing her current favourite song. If ever an ear-worm was ever needed, I’d have to say ‘Mickey’ by Toni Basil would most certainly be one. She’s even dressed like a cheerleader, which is more off-putting. Thomasina, that is, not Toni Basil.

And now, I’m dancing like a robot as I’m typing. Thanks, Thomasina. Chair-dancing. Can’t be beaten for the sheer fun value… even better when out driving, however!

You take me by the heart when you take me by the hand…

The Grand Hall is a room within the Mansion that isn’t used very often, in fact dust sheets cover all furniture in there. And dust covers the dust sheets. The Grand Hall Grandfather Clock in the corner, hidden beneath its own sheet, still chimes away every hour, plus one. So, one o’clock, it’ll chime twice. At 12 o’clock, thirteen chimes will be heard. In fact, the Grand Hall would be a great venue for a Halloween party… at the stroke of the thirteenth hour. Mwahahaha!

Anyway, I need to run away from the Grand Hall as fast as I can. Come with me. Quickly. Keep up!

We’re running just as fast as we can, holding onto one another’s hand.

Quickly, along this corridor, and into the West Wing. And the Manor Parlour. Where, we meet…

No-one.

I think we’re alone now. There doesn’t seem to be anyone around.

Tomanova should be here somewhere. Tiffany’s playing in the distance, but that’s not Tomanova’s favourite singer. I’m sure he’ll turn up.

Someone’s been here, though. They’ve left one of the best china cups out on the sideboard. I’ll take it back to the Kitchen. It’ll probably be my Inner Cook, always lurking somewhere around the West Wing.

I head back out of the Parlour, and run straight into Tomanova.

Don’t push too far’ he sings. Sings! ‘Your dreams are china in your hand… don’t wish too hard because they may come true… China in your hand’ Tomanova Pau; whatever next?

Cook.

My Inner Cook.

I don’t know what’s going on around here today, but it feels more like April Fool’s Day rather than the day before St Valentine’s Day.

Cook is singing. Tomanova’s singing. Thomasina’s singing. Are the whole bloomin’ lot singing?

I hear a lot of stories, I suppose they could be true. All about love and what it can do to you.

Cook’s actually quite a good singer, don’t you know? I actually could have an Inner Choir going here… mind you, with my singing, better in than out any day!

A good heart these days, is hard to find, so please be gentle with this heart of mine…

I hand Cook Sharkey the cup, and head back to the normal part of the Mansion. I can’t remember what I needed to see Tomanova for now, and I never knew I had an Inner Cook. It’s strange the things you find out when you least expect it.

It’s a mystery, oh, it’s a mystery, I’m still searching for a clue…’ Who’s this? Ah, Fingers. My Inner Typist. He’s a singer too? Fingers Willcox? Blimey. ‘The big question mark in history is it a mystery to you?

Would I be lying if I said it was? I jave no idea what’s going on around here right now. Fingers!

I don’t believe it. Not now. Noooo…. My Inner Zombie. Dancing. And grunting in tune.

You stretched for the stars, and you know how it feels to reach too high. Too far. Too soon. You saw the whole of the moon.

Luckily the Water-Zombie-Boy didn’t stretch and managed to keep himself in tact. I think I’ll go and have a quick lie down upstairs. Recover from the madness that’s going on all around here.

Don’t leave me this way. I can’t survive, I can’t stay alive. Without you love, oh baby. Don’t leave me this way

Who?

SPLODGE THE CAT?!?

In and out between my legs he weaves, singing constantly, ‘So come down and satisfy the need in me, cos only your good loving can set me free

Thankfully, Thomasina coaches Splodge the Communard away. And as I reach my Bedroom, to have a well earned rest after all these shenanigans, I sneeze.

I open my eyes. I’m in bed already.

It was all a dream; mayhap a nightmare with that lot singing.

Now, what date is it? Oh, Friday 13th. The day before Valentine’s…

6 thoughts on “Strange Voices on St Valentine’s Eve

  1. WTMP….Way too many personalities TL….I would get twisted into a frantic knot trying to keep up with everyone! One personality is enough work for me 🙂 Glad you have the stamina to keep up with it all. I’d never leave the bed 🙂 Happy Valentines Hallmark Holiday….What holiday isn’t corporation driven? Keep singing and dancing your way through life. Much more enjoyable..VK

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    • This lot only touches the surface, VK. There’s a whole community of them in there – all (mostly!) kept in check.
      Happy Valentine’s VK… it’s nearly over! Hehehe! 😀
      I agree… singing, dancing and laughing make the days pass a lot easier.

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