:: Three letters ::
Letter One
Dear Blog Ladies,
How very kind you have been showering me with your good wishes. I have had my trusty iphone next to my bed and have read your comments as they have come in. So nice. Your advice has been invaluable too. Thank you so much.
Well, how am I? A little improvement has been seen, no more bleeding they think but I'm still under the normal levels of iron. I feel my body has been taken over by an alien I feel so strange and weak and still spend 22 hours a day in bed. I'm so hoping to come out of this a new woman but I wish this whole thing will hurry up.
Dear Anth has been a star bless him. Thank you again for your kindness,
Warmest wishes to all,
Jane
xxxxxxxxxxxxx
P.S The tea cozy is from The Laundry. I became obsessed with it at the beginning of January and it arrived the day I fell ill. It cheers me.
Letter Two
Dear Mr Shawcross,
I bought your book for Christmas and being bedridden decided that the time was right to start reading it. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Little did you probably know that one day Jane Goble would be suffering extremely weak wrists and can barely lift it! It's humongous size is a danger to small children and animals. I have had to come up with an elaborate balancing plan just to read it.
I'm really enjoying it though, so all is forgiven. When I finish it I will probably use it as a weight for my exercises.
Best wishes,
Jane Goble
Letter Three
Dear Shim,
During my extended bed-rest I have discovered your new album 'Tri-Polar' and have fallen big time for the track White Balloons. It has sort of become my feeling ill sound track over the last fortnight . It has really resonated with how I'm feeling at the moment - it's just so good. I just love your voice and the pain of life always there in the lyrics. My children laugh at me because they hear these heavy guitar rifts coming from a very floral and feminine bedroom! I like to hear you loud so Anthony bought me some proper-over-the-ear headphones which totally rock - so much better than those silly tiny in the ear jobs.
I think you are great. When will the Sick Puppies come and tour in the UK? Please come - I would make you happy if you came over here.
Take good care of that beautiful voice and thank you for White Balloons.
Lots of love,
Jane
P.S Don't tell Chris (Martin) I have written to you!!
White Balloons
I'm holding onto white balloons
Up against a sky of doom
Tell me you see them
'Cause what's inside of me is invisible to most
Even in clear view
I'm sending out a signal to the possibility of you
'Cause right at this moment
I know you're connected to a part of me that I don’t even know myself
The changes in me
Are likely to be like the weather
Stormy and clear strength into fear bound together
But I'll break my silence
If I believed that you and me could ever be
More than just what's been behind us
I tried and left, they came and went
I got rejected out again
But no one believes me
I've worn a hundred faces
Of the character replacements and now
And now nobody sees me
The changes in me
Are likely to be like the weather
Cloudy at best...
Angels lift me
Are you with me?
I’m holding onto you like I'm holding onto white balloons
Carry me away
I hope that you don’t break
Don't break..
'Cause what's inside of me is invisible to most
Even in clear view.