And she shall have music wherever she goes…

Just after hitting “publish” on my last post, I headed downstairs to continue my Spring cleaning in the kitchen.

I was in the middle of washing up some dishes when I heard it: a strange, jaunty little tune, which appeared to be playing from somewhere inside the room with me. “That’s strange,” I thought, looking around the kitchen. “From where could this jaunty little tune be coming?”

It was a mystery.

The music didn’t sound like it was coming from a car, or a radio. It wasn’t coming from the TV, and I didn’t recognise the song, which seemed to be being played on some kind of wind instrument, so I knew it wasn’t anything Terry or I owned. In fact, the longer it went on, the more it sounded to me like it was probably coming from something like a very small cellphone, such as a miniature person might use. An elf, say. Or a hobbit.

“That’ll be it,” I thought, and went back to my cleaning.

A few minutes later, though, the little tune started up again.

“Where IS this tiny cellphone?” I thought, throwing down my dishcloth in frustration. “And more to the point, where is the very tiny person who must own it?”

The music played on.

So I started a search. First, I searched the kitchen for the tiny person and their tiny cellphone. Nothing. Next, I searched the living room, and the porch. As I did so, I noticed that the tune would play for a few minutes, then it would stop. Then, after another couple of minutes of silence… it would start up again.

Having exhausted the bottom floor of the house, I stepped out into the garden, still carrying the mug I’d been washing when the music started, and the scrubbing brush thing I’d been using to clean it. I circled the garden, thinking that maybe the tiny person was in one of the neighbouring gardens, and the sound was just carrying on the cold, March night. Still the music played. This was starting to get weird, because no matter how hard I tried to locate the source of the tune, it just wasn’t possible. The music neither faded as I got further away from it, nor got louder as I approached. In fact, the music remained at the same level the whole time. It was… all around me. And the longer I searched for its source, the more convinced I became that the music was IN MY HEAD. I was the music. And also: I was clearly going insane.

I stepped back into the kitchen just as the creepy little tune started up again.

“Terry!” I shouted, now starting to panic a little. “Could you come down here for a second?”

Terry thundered downstairs, and arrived in the kitchen just as the tune reached its now familiar end. “Did you hear that?” I demanded, gesturing around the room, the mug still swinging from my hand. As if on cue, the music started up again. I stared at Terry, looking for a sign that he heard it too.

“Have you brought me down here just to listen to that mug?” he asked.

I followed the direction of his gaze, to the mug in my hand. And in that instant, I recognised the Magic, Music-Playing Christmas Mug Terry’s brother gave us a couple of years ago. It plays a jaunty little tune when you move it. And there I’d been, carrying it around the house, swinging it around and causing that FREAKING LITTLE TUNE to follow me everywhere I went.

Still, at least I won’t make that mistake again. By which I mean I almost certainly will.

what a mug

What a mug, huh?

 

(Sto kings? WHUT?)

Hi, I'm Amber. I'm a full-time fashion/shoe blogger from the UK, and this is the story of my life, my clothes, and the International Man of Mystery Next Door. You can read more from me at my other blogs, The Fashion Police and Shoeperwoman, and you can follow me on Bloglovin' here.

14 Comments

  • Reply March 20, 2012

    Mum

    Aww no tiny person. I’m devastated.

    • Reply March 20, 2012

      Amber

      I was too – I’ve always wanted an elf ;)

  • Reply March 20, 2012

    Lindsay via Facebook

    That made me chuckle.

  • LOL. That’s a cool story. Although I’m sad too – no elf. When I was little I always wished there were small people living with me. There never were any :-(

  • Reply March 20, 2012

    Selina McEntee

    “Have you brought me down here to listen to that mug?”. *SNORT* Funniest thing I’ve read today. :D

  • Reply March 20, 2012

    annet

    head and shoulders might work, as well as any shampoo with citrus or salt in it. i avoid a few lush shampoos since i started using henna on my head since they strip color… seanik (solid) or i love juicy might work.

    • Reply March 20, 2012

      Amber

      I’ve actually been using Lush Big Hair, which is very salty, along with Head & Shoulders… it’s faded a bit, but is still more orange than I’d really like, especially in bright sunlight! Someone mentioned Head & Shoulders lemon being better than the regular one, so I might try that next…

  • Reply March 21, 2012

    BWC

    “I was the music.” Ha! Both, this post and the last one make me want to read an Amber book so badly. Incidentally, how is the novel coming along?

    • Reply March 21, 2012

      Amber

      Oh, I gave that up a long time ago – I just don’t have the time (or, I fear, the ideas) :(

      • Reply March 24, 2012

        BWC

        Aww… Oh, well. So long as you keep writing here, I suppose I’ll survive.:D

  • Reply March 21, 2012

    Elise

    Oh man this just made my day! Altho I kinda thought it would turn out to be your headphones dangling round your neck, been there… :)

  • Reply March 26, 2012

    Eve

    lol Amber I’ve got a question, is Terry Greek..? I discovered your blog 2 days ago and I got quite the impression that his features/reactions remind me of something Greek or meditterranean anyway.
    Btw I love your hair color, it’s so vivid! I am a dyed redhead and I’ll keep on dreaming that one day I’ll vanish the fading hair color effect.

    • Reply March 26, 2012

      Amber

      Yes, Terry’s parents were both born in Greece, although he was born and raised in the UK.

  • Reply June 19, 2014

    Selina

    Boo for the mug and not a tiny elf person

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