I was walking through town yesterday morning, enjoying the freedom of the first day back at school, when I heard music coming from somewhere. It was a tune I knew and liked – I could just hear it faintly, more of a hum really…
Then I realised it was coming from me.
“You really shouldn’t sing out loud to yourself,” I said out loud to myself.
“Or talk out loud,” I added, out loud.
I shut up then.
I do worry sometimes about my behaviour in public. I was having dinner yesterday evening in Pizza Hut with the girls, before we went to the theatre, and we were all doing funny little dances to a song coming over the speakers, and laughing.
“Why is it,” asked Bee, “that other people don’t dance?”
“Ummm… I don’t know,” I answered, “I thought they did?”
“No,” she said, “it’s just us.” Belle and I do have a habit of bursting into song. “I was walking back from drama the other week,” she went on, “singing along to my iPod, and it ran out of battery, so I just carried on singing. And when I finished that song I just started another one. I don’t think other people do that.”
Well I’m not so sure. We can’t be the only people who like to have a little sing and dance in public can we? And surely other mothers find themselves wandering through town, chatting to themselves under their breath? No? Just me then…
So I was thinking maybe you could all share your little quirks with me – make me feel like not such a nutter after all?