Each and Every Day

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Dove Chocolate 'Each & Every Day' from Luc Job on Vimeo.

I seldom speak of the day when I woke up in Paris, and decided to live my life within a 24 hour timeframe. Friends and family considered the idea to be ill-conceived, and my chosen attire too flimsy for November, but they didn’t have my vision, or a swanky teal dress from Rhyll.

It was fun to be a child again, eating chocolate for breakfast, wearing white plimsols, and traversing the streets on my skateboard. Gone were my worries, gone was the weight of responsibility. I no longer had any baggage, or a wardrobe, or a toaster for that matter, and I was determined to cling to this feeling of freedom, at least until lunchtime.

At 1pm I was a teenager, and in the spirit of youthful rebellion I cut my fringe without a ruler; threw darts at an innocent gentleman in the hope of causing a romantic incursion; flirted with a riot policeman called Tom; and then finally, as the afternoon drew to a close, I pranced precariously on a balustrade with Dick. Strewn in my wake were broken hearts, chocolate favours, and a trail of twinkling wrappers spinning through the air like confetti from a shotgun wedding. I shall not mention Harry.

At the age of 69 I caught the night bus home. My hair was streaked with silver and my skin was crying out for a good moisturiser – possibly something from Estee Lauder, failing that, Nivea would do. At the age of 87 I collapsed into bed exhausted; I was also a little bit forgetful, and free from teeth. I sucked on my last chocolate and with the realisation that life is very short I resolved that from then on I would live each day as if it’s the only one. I mean, who needs a toaster/wardrobe/good shoes/a hairdresser/or a high fibre diet anyway?

Apologies. I began writing this post way, way back in May 2019 and since then the Youtube has become unavailable. Please click on the Vimeo link to view the film of my antics. I thank you.

35 thoughts on “Each and Every Day”

    1. Scarlet Post author

      Mr 63 (I feel like refreshing your name), are you an insomniac? Clear the worries from your mind as soon as your head hits the pillow. I know, easier said than done. Whiskey can help.
      Sx

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    1. Scarlet Post author

      To be honest, Mr Batarde, family and friends were correct – it was a lousy choice of attire, and the colour did nothing for me. Tomorrow it’ll be jeans and wellies ALL DAY!
      Sx

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  7. nick

    Life would certainly be a lot easier if it only lasted 24 hours. No time for all those tedious adult problems like mortgages and changing the dust bag on the hoover.

    I misread Simple Minds as Sample Minds. What a great idea – try on a few sample minds and see if they fit. Being lumbered with one unchangeable and unrequested mind is a bit of a burden.

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  8. Mitzi

    Not a very good advert for chocolate, it says to me, eat this product and you will age 100 years in a day. The bit were she is cutting her hair reminded me of the time I gave my sister’s fringe a little trim whilst she slept in a drunken stupor, she looked like Dave Hill from Slade circa 1975 when I had finished with her.

    I had Tiptoe Through The Tulips by Tiny Tim played at my Great Aunt Alice’s funeral recently and Move-on by ABBA when it had finished, there wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

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    2. Scarlet Post author

      Exactly what I thought when I first saw this advert, Mitzi, that eating nothing but chocolate accelerates the ageing process!
      My mum did that to me in 1975 – made me look like Dave Hill from Slade – I have the photographs, but I will keep them to myself.
      I chose the theme from The Onedin Line for my mum because she used to fancy Peter Gilmore, that turned out to be a major tear jerker.
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  10. Mitzi

    I don’t remember the Onedin Line at all but the theme tune sounds very familiar. They do fantasize at that age, don’t they? I once caught my mother staring wistfully at the Quaker Oats man on a box of porridge.

    I wanted Bach – Toccata and Fugue in D minor played on arrival at Alice’s funeral and my mother agreed it’ll be nice to have something classical, she must have asked ‘Echo’ to play it cause she called me back 10 minutes later saying “I can’t have that, it’s Dracula music!” She chose something instead by Foster and Allen.

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    1. Scarlet Post author

      Mitzi – The Quaker Oats man!! I have been told he is the spit of Dave Allen, who my mum also liked. I will now have to go and expand my knowledge of classical music.
      Apologies for my late reply, I seem to find myself getting ‘stuck’ and just gazing at a wall – perhaps I should stick a poster of Aidan Turner on it?
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    1. Scarlet Post author

      You are correct, Mr Devine! Since publishing this post I have been in talks with Ferrero Rocher to negotiate continued support. They agreed to allow me this post but I must never mention Maltesers, or for some reason, Dave Allen.
      Sx

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    1. Scarlet Post author

      Tara – My mum used to cut my fringe by using a strip of Sellotape as a guideline. One day the strip of Sellotape was too long and my fringe extended to above my ear. I blame magazines such as The Family Circle for this hideous cost cutting sellotape tip.
      Sx

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