School Run Silverscreen

 

School is a mile and a quarter walk from our house, a two and a half mile round trip that I repeat twice daily five days a week. The seasons change, some days we roast and swelter as we amble through air thick with summer heat, some days we stumble under the weight of waterproofs, wading through torrents and blusteriness.

 

on the school run

We chat, me and my boys, about all sorts really. Some days we have ethical discussions, or talk about the universe, most days it’s about minecraft.

It’s a nice place, my town. Pretty. But however pretty it is, taking the same 45 minute stroll, twice a day, 5 days a week, is a bit boring to be frank. So I cheer myself up on my solo halves of the journey with music.

It’s funny how the weather and the sounds in your ears can make you feel completely different. A bit of Kate Bush on a misty but bright morning makes me ethereal. I am floating down the road, swooshing my long skirts though the dewy grass, even if I am in jeans and on a pavement. I imagine the day laid out before me will be spent writing poetry, in a rural cottage with an open fire and a collie by my feet. Of course that magic snaps away as I step through the front door and encounter the tangle of pants and pyjamas and cereal bowls that the morning rush has left strewn before me.

Other days my shuffle might bring me some Sleaford Mods. I am angry and I stomp down the road, determined to rebel, revolt against the current miserable status quo. My pretty, rural town fades into a grey, industrial city, derelict factories in the corners of my eyes. Determined to say something eloquent on the state of society I decide I shall get home and write something wry and pithy about the government. And sometimes I do. And sometimes by the time I am in my warm house with dry socks I think, yeah, we are poor, and yeah, the government is screwing the people, but I l have my home, my family and am surrounded by enough love to keep the horrors at bay, for today at least.

Other days the Pixies remind me I want to be Kim Deal still. When I get in that front door I am going to pick up my bass guitar and write some classic quirky indie Rock’n’Roll. Mostly I get in the door and if I manage not to be distracted by the prospect of box sets on Netflix, I pick up my bass, spend a merry ten minutes playing Debaser to myself before remembering I need to stick some washing on.

Or perhaps a bit of sleazy rock will come on, some Queens of the Stone Age, or this week the Eagles of Death Metal. (and oh how my heart goes out to them at the moment) I stride along with their cover of ‘Save A Prayer’ pounding in my ears and I feel sexy and cool and probably like I am going to feature in Pulp Fiction wearing a stylish leather trench coat and selling some sort of drugs. As I confidently swing open my front door, practicing my New York accent, I catch sight of myself in the hallway mirror. And remember I am not in a Tarantino movie, I am a slightly fat mother of 42, wearing a sodden turquoise rain coat handed down to me by my Mum. 

Having a soundtrack totally changes that walk home. I am in a movie of my own imagination. Life is cooler. More interesting, takes on a cinematic feel. I am not a mum on the long walk home, I am a character in a quirky film. Instead of groundhog mornings I feature in a series of interesting short vignettes, starring me and filmed in my mind’s eye. Just call me Francis Cisco Coppola.

Love Miss Cisco XXX

 

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  1. November 23, 2015 / 7:43 pm

    I do the long walk each day as well but it’s not as long as yours. My MP3 player has a 16GB memory but it is full and yet I seem to play the same songs over and over again!
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  2. November 23, 2015 / 7:59 pm

    I used to love listening to music, then the girls came along, my life changed and I didn’t gave time anymore apart from in the car.
    Today for the first time in ages I listened to the radio and really enjoyed it.
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  3. November 23, 2015 / 8:34 pm

    Enjoy music and get exercised at the same time. That’s great, at least you don’t have to go to the gym as you are doing so much walking.
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  4. November 23, 2015 / 10:19 pm

    My two walk on their own now, but I so understand this escapism. When Maxi was born he had colic and it was all I could do to escape the screaming. I used to put him in his pram and walk for a good 2 hours each evening till MadDad came home. My Ipod was my saviour. It was his treat for having a baby!
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  5. November 23, 2015 / 11:06 pm

    Oh what a lovely post Sonya, looks like a nice walk too although I can appreciate it must get a bit tedious. We have to drive (or get the bus) as POD didn’t get offered a place at the school up the road, silly I know! I do miss driving to work and listening to music, makes such a difference to a mood. I should crack it on in house when my husband goes back to London again. Party time!!!

  6. November 24, 2015 / 12:25 am

    I used to love walking I would turn on my iPod and I felt like I could walk forever with the dog by my side. x
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  7. November 24, 2015 / 10:21 am

    How lovely that you have music as the soundtrack to your life. Isn’t it brilliant to feel inspired and dream a little x
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  8. November 24, 2015 / 9:14 pm

    I love this post so much and can so relate! As soon as the kids are dropped off, the music goes on and I am suddenly young and uber cool.
    Then I too realise I’m 42 with grey hair and wearing clothes that don’t match and the songs I’m listening to are over 20 years old. How is that even possible?
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  9. November 25, 2015 / 11:13 am

    I’ve just started to listening to the music on the way home. Found my 4G signal is good enough to have the radio on. Radio 6 just lifts me each morning.
    Hear you re Eagles of Death Metal. Saw an interview with them – heartbreaking. I hear there is a campaign to make them number 1 for Christmas. which sounds a good way to reach out.
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  10. November 26, 2015 / 8:50 am

    Not too sure if my long tube commute counts as a long walk, but I am never without my iPod, more because of my hatred of other peoples noise, but I am all about the heavy metal, which is quite soothing in many ways and perfect for blocking out others noise.

  11. November 30, 2015 / 3:59 pm

    I love this. I miss listening to my music. These days I just stick the radio on but I used to love carefully selecting an album to listen to in the evening….this has made me realise how important music is, and the music I love not just on the radio. I’m going to turn the radio off now and grab a cd!!

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