A case of baskets

Hello hello dear basket case, hey my head's damaged too
When I was young I had such fun just listening to you
I'd close my door ten times in threes
and kiss your nose goodnight
and when I woke and you were there
my day was warm and bright

Hello hello dear basket case, you dreamed a dream I followed
I ran with you in fields of sun, through laughing children having fun
I walked the moon and reached it too
so many times because of you
Oh dearest basket case you helped me through and through

Hello hello dear basket case, I see you fade like sunshine
you're like a daytrip to a park, a pocket full of chocolate money
a pot of gold a pot of honey
the lighted lamp inside the dark

I'll dream you up oh basket case and when I'm blue you'll sing
and when it's Winter in my life, you'll turn it into Spring
Oh dear sweet tortured basket case
I bid you kissed goodbye
Goodnight, farewell, for you adieu I'll always wonder why

You had a little glitter crazy
a smidgen madness faerie dust
a take on life through glasses hazey
I guess that means I got you hey? In fact I think it must x

LOVE Carla xxx

You've got the key Carla Rose, boop boop be doo

My key for my car is failing, it's refusing to turn left and right's the locking direction so I'm effectively on my way to nowhere. There is a routine that seems to be dysfunctionally workable:

Try to turn key left a number of times
Almost break key in lock
Go to back door and unlock but am unable to clamber in thusly as too much crap in car
Try to lock door, key won't come out
Have miniature battle with key involving grimace and mild expletives
Get key out (thank the powers that be)
Go to passenger door and open as the right turn here is an open mechanism
Repeat
Sigh, my life is making me laugh and when my looks fade I'll not be the mildly attractive blonde bird with a liking for fashion and animals who gets herself into silly situations, no no, I'll be the old dear with a long white plait who people find endearing because she's slightly mad from the series of poor decision making and life's beautiful oddities :)) She's the woman who people go and see for harp lessons when she can't actually play and she just sits in her nightgown with her hair out strumming. She's baking and icing biscuits with smiley faces on them...her treehouse is pink and inside there's wicker everywhere as if baskets hold dreams in them like chocolates and jams. I really like her, she's still called Bird :)

Wandering around the car in circles was making me giggle, muttering nothings to myself and having at times an entire conversation with no one there.  Makes me want to create a song and dance number in it's honour...four teddy boys with quiffs and fluoro socks appear and slide over the bonnet one by one followed by spinny skirt wearing beauties with heavy make up and cupcake lipstick, curlered and ready for the "key no work,sliiiide across tome" jig. They're singing at me in the style of Frenchie's song of ridicule "Beauty school dropout"

"Equine school dropout
There'll be no working key for you
Equine School dropout
You lost your horse and failed the zoo...
Well at least you can remember that your legs are working well
'cos it's miles and miles from here to there, the trudging will be hell
Baby get moving (Baby get moving)
you can go catch the bus for sure
Why are you stewing? (Why are you stewing)
You've got the key but can't open the door!" or something like that...

I'd like it if they'd bust out into a rendition of "Grease Lightning!", suddenly I've got bobby socks on and a ribbon in my hair, a cardy draped over my shoulders and some books held close to me, me and that cool guy from school gonna drive to Kissing Point Road (well why else was it called that people from Sydney???) xo

I leave u with an image of a disheveled Saturday worker who put her make-up on in the dark this morning and thinks she might be slightly orange in the daylight climbing into the back of her lil rav 4 scraping her legs on animal cages and falling through into a pile of hand knitted possum pouches. Well the dance number was exhausting! Such is my world xxx
LOVEbird :)