That’s exactly what I love about the start of the year. It gives me the possibility of renewal and hope.
It was lovely to wake up to sweet new year texts from my aunties uncle and partner. Texts of today are like letters of yesterday. They mean a lot to me. Truly made me feel happy and thankful.
Had a simple prata and tea meal with B and we walked around the supermarket. A simple peaceful day and I am just gonna relax and watch good tv shows.
My last movie in 2022 was The Matilda Musical on Netflix and especially the last song and dance number by the exceedingly talented group of children took my breath away. It’s called ´Revolting Children’ and I just adore how the insult ‘revolting’ was turned on it head. Just brilliant. I could rewatch that scene a countless number of times.
It’s always lovely to see the underdog win. And that’s my wish for all the down trodden in the coming year.
Woah
Never again will she get the best of me
Never again will she take away my freedom
And we won't forget the day we fought
For the right to be a little bit naughty
Never again will the chokey door slam
Never again will I be bullied, and
Never again will I doubt it when
My mummy says I'm a miracle
Never again
Never again will we live behind bars
Never again, now that we know
We are revolting children
Living in revolting times
We sing revolting songs
Using revolting rhymes
We'll be revolting children
'Til our revolting's done
And we'll have the Trunchbull vaulting
We're revolting
We are revolting children
Living in revolting times
We sing revolting songs
Using revolting rhymes
We'll be revolting children
'Til our revolting's done
And we'll have the Trunchbull vaulting
We're revolting
We'll become a screaming horde
Take out your hockey stick, and use it as a sword
Never again will we be ignored
We'll find out where the chalk is stored
And draw rude pictures on the board
It's not insulting
We're revolting
We can S-P-L how we like
If enough of us are wrong, wrong is right
Everyone, N-O-R-T-Y
'Cause we're a little bit naughty
You say we oughta stay inside the line
But if we disobey at the same time
There is nothing that the Trunchbull can do
She can take her hammer and S-H-U
You didn't think you could push us too far
But there's no going back now
We are R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N
C'mon
We'll S-I-N-G
U-S-I-N-G (yeah)
We'll be R-E-V-O-L-T-I-N-G
It is 2-L-8-4-U
We are revolting
We are revolting children
Living in revolting times
We sing revolting songs
Using revolting rhymes
We'll be revolting children
'Til our revolting's done
It is 2-L-8-4-U
We are revolting children
Living in revolting times
We sing revolting songs (whoa)
Using revolting rhymes
We'll be revolting children
'Til our revolting's done
It is 2-L-8-4-U
We are revolting
May you be fulfilled and ‘a little bit naughty’. Let your inner child revolt.
Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water.
So they say, their subsequent fall was inevitable.
They never stood a chance; they were written that way -
Innocent victims of their story.
Like Romeo and Juliet,
'Twas written in the stars before they even met
That love and fate (and a touch of stupidity)
Would rob them of their hope of living happily.
The endings are often a little bit gory.
I wonder why they didn't just change their story.
We're told we have to do what we're told, but surely
Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty.
[Chorus:]
Just because you find that life's not fair, it
Doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it.
If you always take it on the chin and wear it,
Nothing will change.
Even if you're little you can do a lot, you
Mustn't let a little thing like 'little' stop you.
If you sit around and let them get on top, you
Might as well be saying you think that it's OK,
And that's not right.
Cinderella, in the cellar,
Didn't have to do much as far as I could tell.
Her Godmother was two thirds fairy.
Suddenly her lot was a lot less scary.
But what if you haven't got a fairy to fix it?
Sometimes you have to make a little bit of mischief.
[Repeat Chorus]
And if it's not right, you have to put it right.
In the slip of a bolt, there's a tiny revolt.
The seeds of a war in the creak of a floorboard.
A storm can begin with the flap of a wing.
The tiniest mite packs the mightiest sting.
Every day starts with the tick of a clock.
All escapes start with the click of a lock.
If you're stuck in your story and want to get out,
You don't have to cry; you don't have to shout.
'Cause if you're little, you can do a lot, you
Mustn't let a little thing like 'little' stop you.
If you sit around and let them get on top, you
Won't change a thing.
Just because you find that life's not fair, it
Doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it.
If you always take it on the chin and wear it,
You might as well be saying you think that it's OK.
And that's not right.
And if it's not right, you have to put it right.
But nobody else is gonna put it right for me.
Nobody but me is gonna change my story.
Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty.
Happy 2023 to all who come by my tiny humble blog home. Thank you. Hope you are blessed with wellness and renewal, plus all the things that comfort you.