Monday, 21 October 2013
When our children were little they had various verbal idiosyncrasies and sayings just as, I suspect from my experience, most children and many adults do. I knew a person who could not say 'anonymous' so in committee meetings he would always have to use 'nem con' which sounded a little pretentious even 40 years ago. One of our children called 'lily pads' 'lally pids'. We also pick up sayings from our parents and relatives and some of us are lucky enough to hand down to our children oral snippets we got from our grandparents. CJ and I were brought up in a household where the worst expletive we were likely to hear was the occasional 'dam'. It was considered terribly risqué, therefore, when our Victorian ram-rod straight backed maternal grandmother taught us children the little ditty "I chased a bug around a tree. I'll have his blood; he knows I will."
I could go on but I'll spare you that.
Another of the phrases which seemed to be used a great deal with our children was 'all gone' and I wouldn't mind betting it was/is used in the majority of households.
So yesterday I woke up and realised 'all gone'. The house was quiet. Viv and Elodie's short and very enjoyable visit had come to an end. No more visitors are planned (which doesn't mean no one else will come, of course). In theory I need never go near a grocery shop again before I leave for NZ; I just have to empty the fridge and freezer. I've had help for the last two nights (Carol popped down on Saturday and we ate enough different cheeses to sink a battleship and Pat and Dave helped me eat leftovers last night and we then watched the 'Strictly' results) and I hope I'll have some more help before I go. I enjoy having friends in for dinner.
In the meantime the socks have gone. They've been here since friends of Viv's came up and visited the house a couple of Christmases ago. So they went with Viv and Elodie.
However the book is still here because the original owner who left it bought a replacement. So if anyone wants a book on beekeeping it can be collected any time in the next ten days because I have just ten more sleeps before I step on a plane for Glasgow on the first leg of my migratory journey south.