Wednesday 11 July 2012


Well, I don't know about tears streaming down your face when you lose something you cannot replace... and I don't mean to trivialise Chris Martin's lachrymose lament for Gwyneth's grief for her dead father.... but I lost a hat on Saturday that I can, in fact, easily replace by going online and placing an order for another one.... and I'm still both incredibly annoyed with myself and gutted.

Let's not be melodramatic about it: I'd be lying if I said I was in tears over this... but the whole incident has been regrettable, frustrating and has left me somewhat irritable and on-edge; running in circles, chasing my tail.  Mind you. just because I'm hurting, doesn't mean I'm hurt; doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserved; no better and no worse.  Maybe I'm just tired and under-prepared.

I desperately want a replacement, but I somehow feel as though I shouldn't order a new one until an appropriate period of mourning / time for it to turn up has past.

I lost it on Saturday, so.... if I wait until this Friday, is that long enough?  Oh, I can't help it: I'm just waiting till the shine wears off.

I doubt the replacement will ignite my bones, exactly, but it will neatly fill the little hole that has developed in my life and will certainly get me something that I want but don't need.  I'll even go as far as to say that, when the new one arrives, I promise I will learn from my mistakes and be more careful in future not to leave anything behind in the cinema/gym/other unknown location (possibly including my own house) again.

I really liked that damn hat.  Without it I'm like a puzzle and I can't find my missing piece.

This is exactly the kind of thing Chris Martin has in mind when he's writing his lyrics, right?  Some kind of big, vague emotional drama.... like losing a hat.


(and no, it wasn't so much all yellow as a grey tweed in colour).

***further hat news ***

Without my hat, and even in this atrocious weather, I managed to get a sunburned head yesterday.  Half an hour yesterday afternoon watching a charity 5-a-side tournament and this morning I'm distinctly pink around the edges.  I realise this is as much a comment on my hairline as it is on my hat status.... but it is mostly why I have hats in the first place.....

Tsk.  As you were.

1 comment:

  1. Nobody said this was's such a shame for [you and the hat] to part.