Ice Cream Dates

I always laughed at the idea of ice cream dates. I mean I don't know about you, but I was that kind of girl who scoffed her sweets down before others could get a chance to steal them. Yes, what a pretty sight.

So if I did eat particular treats I was a hog over, I would usually eat them alone. How lonely, right? Where others savour the creamy sweet frozen delight between the roof of your mouth and the spoon, I would be seen wolfing the goodness too soon to think twice. Now this all looks like I'm just pondering over my rude culinary manners but that isn't the whole story yet.

Noted that I was already manufactured this way, my initial opinion on dates built around small talk over triple scoops of ice cream, (I would usually take 10 minutes to eat alone), seemed pointless and short of the time deserved for a proper date. 

However, I learnt with the right company, you can churn 10 minutes of ice cream into an hour of endless conversation.


Hour

Love’s time’s beggar, but even a single hour,
bright as a dropped coin, makes love rich.
We find an hour together, spend it not on flowers
or wine, but the whole of the summer sky and a grass ditch.
For thousands of seconds we kiss; your hair
like treasure on the ground; the Midas light
turning your limbs to gold. Time slows, for here
we are millonaires, backhanding the night
so nothing dark will end our shining hour,
no jewel hold a candle to the cuckoo spit
hung from the blade of grass at your ear,
no chandelier or spotlight see you better lit
than here. Now. Time hates love, wants love poor,
but love spins gold, gold, gold from straw.

By Carol Ann Duffy



-Girl With The Opinion ☆

Spring Day Sickness

Why with the sweet blue weather outside, (at least in London that is), you would think the winter blues would be gone. You thought wrong my friend.
 The sun glares bright into my eyes as we drive along the road, windows rolled and hand hanging out - and summer hasn't even arrived yet! It's hot but it's cold. What a counteracting feeling. That's how it feels like being sick in Spring: red nosed and sniffly, tissue fluff on black coats and worst of all packed all tight in winter clothing. Yet you can't take it off to bask in the sun's embrace for the minute you do ACHOO!
Oh and of course, double the fun, cough symptoms too. I've coughed so hard my ribs are actually in pain now. I can't even cough painlessly... what a dry joke.
Of course Spring isn't all ruined yet, there's the playing field to go out and sit at during lunch. Until the very same field gets occupied like the Sinai desert! Courtesy of the football duds.
But really, in all seriousness, Spring is here! Even if Winter wasn't really Winter without snow - at least in personal opinion - we should focus on the present. Let's have an awesome Springtime ball... in the study room. No seriously, have fun for me, because I won't be having any until Summer rolls around.



-Girl With The Opinion ☆