The extended family is expanding again. . . lots of kittens. Firstly, let me introduce Mr Darcy (silver) and Alfie (black and white) who have joined my sister's household (and very spoilt they are too . . .just check out that posh bed). This was an inter-family adoption as they came from Roland's sister Francesca.
And last but not least meet Humphrey who has gone to live with my parents and is fussed over a lot more than I ever remember being . . fresh sardines for tea? (We were never offered such delicacies).
So now the summer holidays have started, we are visiting family more than ever but the human family members hardly get a fleeting greeting before I rush through to see the kittens.
Tomorrow, we're off to South Devon for a week to a cottage on some remote headland. I really should look it up on the map before we get halfway there as I have no idea where we are going. A distinct possibility it may end up being one of my magical mystery tours.
So here's one from the local graveyard. Don't you just love the statement on this memorial? "TRIFLE NOT. YOUR TIME'S BUT SHORT" I think this sums up how I should think but don't manage much. Trifles: always a tricky one. Tricky getting the correct proportions of jelly and custard and the silver balls to sit nicely on top of the cream.
Yeah, I know, this blog is looking a bit dusty around the edges having being ignored for the whole of June. This sounds such a feeble excuse, I'd much rather say something dramatic like I narrowly missed being hit by a giant asteroid (see previous post). Maybe, just suppose, I had been hit by an asteroid, the asteroid of inertia and procrastination. That's closer to the truth. I did compose a post but it was lost in cyberspace when everything technical that could possibly go wrong did go wrong. My printer broke, Typepad is weirdly unfamiliar and there was a lot of funny business going on with my Mac which I still haven't got to the bottom of despite the stern words I have been giving it.
All in the month of June which has been the most exciting for me so far concerning a couple of projects that I'm dying to share with you but have to keep under my hat for now. I've lost a lot of emails too so apologies if I haven't replied to anyone. Someone, (again lost in the ether), suggested to me a letter to myself at 13. I started this in my usual desultory manner but soon I couldn't stop myself. It was enormous fun to do.
A letter to myself at 13
Well, the first thing I ought to tell you that I have arrived here safe and well.The second thing is that the long journey has meant a very slow maturity. I know that by saying this I risk making it sound like you turn into an old cheese or vintage wine. In the 21st century you will use the word “vintage” nearly every day but you won’t be talking about wine.
I know at 13 you want to cast off much from your earlier years but it may surprise you that you will spend a lot of your later years looking back with fond memories at things you would have snorted loudly at in your teenage years: like dancing round the toadstool at Brownies and holidays in Devon with the rain beating down on the caravan roof.
Oddly enough, you actually end up doing the thing you wanted to do most of all -sitting in a cosy room drawing pretty pictures but of course you had many quite wild adventures before you got here (more about that later). Don’t worry if it looks like your life is boring, you will travel the world every day and meet all sorts of exciting people without even leaving your desk. Don’t ask me to explain, you will understand one day. Think of it like an episode of Doctor Who but without the B&Q garden furniture sprayed silver. Incidentally, you will still enjoy Doctor Who in the 21st century.
You are one of the lucky ones, your family are still hale and hearty and, guess what? You have a very nice husband who you will meet when you are least expecting it. Love will sneak up on you and after a few years your greatest masterpiece will be born. This masterpiece will be largely be made of bone and sinew but will have an adoring little face which will inspire much of your artwork. I bet you didn’t see that coming? I remember you always said to your mum that you wanted animals, not pesky children. You’ve got some nice cats too. Your house will be another masterpiece, not richly furnished but your heart will lift every time you come home (apart from the days you find cat sick on the floor). No, you won’t have disco lights or Roger Dean posters on the walls but it will still be a great place to be. Your grown up bedroom is very like the one you inhabit now: with sloping ceilings and windows with curly handles. You will have quite a collection of statues of Jesus and the saints like the ones you see in the Convent every day (but you will still hate wearing green).
You spent quite a lot of your young adulthood dancing in fields in the middle of the night with lots of other people. It sounds crazy doesn’t it? But it seemed to make perfect sense at the time and a lot of those people are still your dearest friends. But you will be cross if your son ever does likewise.
A few years later, you will be back in the fields of Kent but this time it will be early on Sunday mornings and you will fill up your car with all sorts of treasures. Your lovely husband will moan sometimes but as you are now a grown-up you won’t sulk and slam the door of the bedroom with the sloping ceilings.
I wish I could remind you to keep hold of all that flotsam and jetsam from your childhood because a lot will be discarded along the way without you even noticing. I wish I could ask you to make a little time capsule for me to open in the 21st century as there is so much I wish I could see again.
The strangest thing is that you will find lots of people JUST LIKE YOU. Not the same, that would be stupid, but it will be a nice feeling to know that you won’t always feel like an odd-ball. Well, I’m not going to lie to you, sometimes you still will, but you won’t really care much anyhow.You will still worry about nuclear war but you won’t worry that your teeth are still a bit goofy. But you really will regret some of those fashions and hairstyles you thought were so cool. In fact, don’t even worry about being cool, you will realise that it’s quite liberating to be uncool and middle aged. And one of the nicest things is being able to say “bollocks” (quietly, of course) without incurring the wrath of parents or nuns.
Love C x
Now I am going to tag Jane, Julie, Julia, Tracy (although you may be too busy), Samantha, Catherine and Fred at Fredsworld (but I can't find you anymore, where are you?). I am longing to read your contributions and because you are all so inspiring, you must have been great teenagers. Actually, I would love to read everyones so what's stopping you? Trifle not! Your time's but short!