Music Played13 items
Paul Simon Late In The Evening
The Paul Simon Anthology (Disc 1), Warner Bros, 10
Jack Savoretti Knock Knock
(CD Single), Fullfill Records, 8
David Bowie Sound And Vision
David Bowie - Best Of Bowie, EMI
Cee Lo Green Cry Baby
The Lady Killer, WEA, 1
The Jam That's Entertainment
The Jam: The Singles 1980-1982, Polydor
Marlon Roudette New Age
(CD Single), Universal, 1
Andy Williams Can't Take My Eyes Off You
Heartbeat: Love Me Tender (Various), Global Television
Genesis Turn It On Again
Genesis - Duke, Virgin
Train Drive By
(CD Single), Columbia, 12
Elton John Island Girl
Elton John Greatest Hits 1970-2002, Mercury
Bruce Springsteen 57 Channels (And Nothin' On)
(CD Single), Columbia
Slash & LEMMY Doctor Alibi
Slash, Roadrunner, 8
Kirsty MacColl There's A Guy Works Down The Chip Shop...
Kirsty Maccoll - Galore, Virgin
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Today's Confession: Thick As Thieves
Dear Father Simon,
I have carried my burden round for nearly 10 years and feel that the time has come for me to confess. It was a rare hot balmy night and I had recently become a mum for the second time, thus having 2 babies under the age of 2. My husband had gone out to attend his weekly T.A. meeting, leaving me to bath and put our sons to bed, promising me he would be home shortly after 10pm.
I settled both babies and decided to have a shower and head to bed myself to read until my husband arrived home. It was so hot that I lay on the bed starkers to dry off, and the book I was reading must have been good as time passed quickly and I soon heard the front door close and movement downstairs. Glancing at the clock it read 22:20 so I was just about to call out to my husband when I heard a loud crash and multiple bangs from downstairs and things falling to the floor.
I panicked, and quickly dialled my husband’s mobile number, hoping to hear it ring in the room below. He answered on the third ring by saying, "Sorry love I’m just finishing my pint, I’ll be home soon..."
Realising that it wasn’t him who had let himself in house, I whispered into the phone "Come home NOW!! I think there is someone downstairs!" He immediately told me to keep calm and call the police, he was on his way home, and would be there in 5 minutes.
My mind was racing with who could it be, what did they want and would they have heard me using the phone. Worried for my children in the next room I decided to investigate, and in my panic forgot to call the police. I crept out of the bedroom scanning for a dressing gown. Unable to find anything and seeing the boys sound asleep in their cots I decided to make sure I wasn’t imagining it, so I crept down the stairs one at a time crouching to peer through the bannister.
Scanning the room below I could see a mess...the computer table had been disturbed papers and keyboard on the floor. The fire guard had been knocked over and glancing further down the room towards the front door the fruit bowl had been knocked off the table onto the floor.
Seeing the room was empty I straightened up and leant over the bannister to check the front door was closed when there was a massive crash from the kitchen, and I could hear a commotion outside. My heart was racing.
Well what happened next was that the culprits responsible for the noise burst in on me and scared the living daylights out of me! My fluffy ginger tabby to be exact, flying through the catflap and causing all sorts of havoc around the house. As I was recovering, I heard the key in the door…
My hubby lead the way, followed by his T.A. mates from the pub, all screaming expletives that couldn’t possibly be repeated on Radio 2 and brandishing makeshift items to be used in self-defence, including a bar stool and pool cue from the pub! I was hiding naked behind the fridge, and quick as a flash shouted “I think they might be gone, but tell the lads to go upstairs and have a look. I need comforting!” The ensuing conversation between my hubby & I went something like this:
“Oh my goodness dear, are you OK?”
“Yes, but I need to tell you, it was only a cat…It was Marjorie. She was spooked, and it really did sound like there was someone downstairs, but…”
“So, hang on. There’s no burglar?”
“No. Now find me something to wear before your mates get downstairs.”
So Father Simon, I ask for forgiveness for allowing my imagination to run wild, for inadvertently wasting the T.A’s time, for asking my hubby to come up with a wild excuse for a) not phoning the police and b) lying to his mates about how the ‘burglar’ must have escaped”, to anyone that wanted to play pool in The Kings Arms that night and couldn’t, and finally for disturbing my neighbours with my shrieks
I don’t however ask for forgiveness for worrying my husband, as if he'd have come straight home instead of having a bloomin’ pint, he'd have been there when the cat came in!
Thank you for hearing my confession.