An ordinary bloke in an extraordinary world: Quiet Nights

Friday 20 May 2011

Quiet Nights

Last night was quailty. No teenagers in the house, Grace and Phoebe in bed at normal time, incidently have hit on a good meal for the girls. Corn beef hash - Grace had 4 helpings plus ice-cream. Am pretty sure I had not starved her earlier, but it was a joy to see her obviously enjoying it.

Anyway back to the point, a hot bath was ran ready for when Karen got in from work, we put the girls to bed, Karen jumped in the bath whilst I went and picked up a chinese for our tea.

Television off. Music on. Good Food. Beer in the fridge. Most important, time to ourselves for a whole evening, to talk and generally chill out together. It seems an age since we last took time out for ourselves. It was bliss. All I can say is thankyou to Karen for a beautiful evening, and am looking forward to the next one.

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IF

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)