More Random Running Thoughts – Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens…

…Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens…

Don’t ask me why, because I don’t have the answer, but yesterday as I ran, this song kept looping around in my head.  Not, in case you should wonder, because I was happy, but because, I think, I had just heard it in a radio advert and I was in a state of bewilderment.  You see, I know that Maria (in The Sound of Music) is a nun, but come on: bright copper kettles?  Really?  What is so exciting about a bright copper kettle?  At least with a brown paper package tied up with string there is intrigue, jeopardy even: what is in there – a bomb, or an unexpected bottle of Scotch?  A bomb would definitely not be in my list of favourite things, but I get the uncertainty, the anticipation thing.  I just don’t understand why anybody would consider a copper kettle, bright or otherwise, to be a favourite thing?  Surely, even in a convent, there must be more alluring objects of desire.  ‘I tell you what, Sister Maria, why don’t you just pop along and make me a nice cup of tea?  The kettle is ever so bright – and copper too, by the way.’  How dull does a life have to be?

Anyway, as I know very little about the desirability of apple strudel (crisp or otherwise) and even less about Schnitzel with noodles, I devoted the rest of the run to devising my own lyrics (I didn’t mess with the chorus, which seems perfectly serviceable to me – nobody cares for dog bites or bee stings, do they?)  I hope Rogers and Hammerstein will forgive me (or at least not sue…)

A fresh gin and tonic with ice and a slice in,
A hot veggie chilli with plenty of spice in,
A huge bar of Galaxy (chocolate of kings),
These are a few of my favourite things.

Bright yellow pimples on other folk’s noses,
Those who fall over while striking their poses,
Drunken hen-parties with pink angel wings,
These are a few of my favourite things.

The smell in the kitchen when pizza is cooking
The mess you can make when there’s nobody looking,
Bananas and custard and conkers on strings
These are a few of my favourite things.

When the dog bites
When the bee stings
And I’m feeling sad
I simply remember my favourite things
And then I don’t feel so bad…

The feeling you get when the guests have departed,
The smile on the face of a baby that’s farted,
The news that the old folk can play on the swings,
These are a few of my favourite things.
Repeat chorus etc etc etc.

There, that’s better.  Now I don’t feel so bad…

For clarity’s sake, I think I probably should point out (for the aficionados amongst you) that I am aware I have added an extra verse at the end.  It was a long run.  Lord knows what will stick in my head the next time I venture out, but if it’s anything to do with lonely goatherds, I may have to reappraise my entire life…

25 thoughts on “More Random Running Thoughts – Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens…

      1. You know I bet you’ve never heard of making fake meat using wheat gluten, as not many people have. It’s a shame so many see it as the devil, for it doesn’t contain pathogens like meat does. Anyways, if you were my neighbour, I’d cook some for you and for dessert you could have Cranachan and there’d be your whiskey in food fix.

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      2. Awesome. I’ve been veggie for 30+ years, but not vegan, and you’re right, I’ve never heard of wheat gluten ‘meat’. I will check it out though. As ever, thank you for reading

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  1. I think the inspiration will be all the greater if your next run is hilly (and preferably mountainous). I always thought the original was a typo – it should have been ‘bright copper metals and warm woollen kittens’.

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    1. A hilly run alive with the sound of music? You could be right, but… it would have kittens rhyming with… kittens. Either Rodgers or Hammerstein (whichever one was the lyricist) was obviously a fool!

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