Further down I give my excuses for being late writing this fortnightly, as I said I would try to. I don’t think most of you who have been reading my letter for sometime will be surprised!
We have had the strangest weather, this last couple of weeks. All over Easter we has the thickest fog I ever remember.
My childhood Easter memories are of sunshine, and my one new summer dress.
It was 1947, I was just ten when we moved to a new street and it was full of kids. ‘Families were quite large in those days!’ I became best friends with two girls my age. That first Easter Sunday although we all went to Sunday school, we were different religions. Well, I actually wasn’t able to go to church much, but Easter Sunday was different. So I went to the Salvation Army, because it was a happy, clappy sort of place. We girls always played on what we called the bomby. It was the part of the street that had been bombed in the WW2. When we met before we went to Sunday school it was really funny to us because we all had the same style dress on. The only difference was mine was brown candy stripe, Pat’s was green and Irene’s blue. The reason why we had the same dresses were our mum’s had been to the same draper’ shop. It was called, The Busy Bee, and people were allowed to pay weekly for them after they bought them. It was called getting them on tic in those days!
I went to Blackpool this Easter Monday, just a day trip in a coach. A fairly new friend who has come to live near me asked me if I would go with her. Her husband wasn’t too well, and anyway we all know how much men like shopping. I never told her that strange things can happen when I travel.
For one thing, ‘What on, earth can happen on a day trip?’ We set off and had a good driver, until we pulled up into the coach depot. We changed drivers! I’m sure the new driver was as old as me. Not saying it makes everyone a bad driver because they are old. But I think they had pulled him out of a retirement home. Blackpool is around 80 miles and usually takes around an hour and a half to get there. It took us three hours, poor man was so slow, I could have passed him on a bike. That would have been if I could ride one! He dropped everyone who wanted to just see Blackpool off. Then took my friend, myself and six other people on to a shopping Mall called Freeport. We landed up passing there and on our way to Fleetwood a tiny fishing port. Any further and we would have had to swim. My friend had to direct him back to where we should have been. He dropped just 8 of us off and went for a rest. Did worry a bit when he came back he asked us how many had got off as we went off the bus too quick for him to count us. Long day and all I bought was a salad and a stir fry.
I wonder if anyone else feels like me I don’t like calling it a blog because I feel I’m writing a letter to friends. Well so far everyone has been very nice to me!
I said I was going to try to write it fortnightly and I did get up on Sunday last, ‘Only one day late!’ Thinking I would stay in and settle down to do it. I had no plans made, of course from early morning it changed.
I even didn’t draw my curtains at first because I knew my old man would be waiting for his drink and biscuits. I peeped out and there he was sat on my garden table. He was wet through and looked so sad I had to open my door for him. I was going to say, ‘He looked like a drowned rat.’ As the saying goes! Actually he looked like what he was, ‘A half drowned cat.’ An hour went by as I dried him, put the heating on for him, and fed and watered him. Then I fed the birds and had my breakfast, not without him sitting on my knee. Two hours had gone by and I had to turn my comp on. Sooty definitely thinks my comp is competition, so tries to sit on it. By then I had, had a phone call from a friend suggesting we should go out for lunch. Now at my age you don’t say no to an offer like that. When he came to pick me up he suggested a very nice pub called The Crown Hotel not far from me. I thought, ‘I wonder if he realises it is quite expensive.’ It was a lovely lunch and when I went to get my money out he waved his hand.
He said, “It’s on me.”
“Thanks but why?” I was surprised.
We usually go Dutch or if he has helped me with some little job in the house or garden I have treated him.
He said, “It’s for your birthday.”
“It isn’t until 2nd of next month.” I said, ‘I hope you don’t think I’m not going to last that long.’ Also thought, ‘Oh heck I should have had that wine when he asked me.’ I also realised eating a large lunch would probably make me too tired to write and I was.
Anyway he laughed and said, “I’ve told you, that you are definitely an Alian, with your strange health problems. They’ll probably just beam you up.”
Well that would be different!
So my idea of writing to you every two weeks, has definitely gone out of the window. It’s now three weeks, as no doubt some of you will have realised. I also thought that I would write shorter letter, which this is. So far it’s a bit shorter, but there is so much more I wanted to write.
I’m going out to the Italian tonight with a group of my younger women friends, celebrating one of their birthdays. It will take most of my day getting ready, at my age it is a lot more work, can’t just throw a pretty dress on and call it a day! I’m looking forward to having a lovely meal and they keep me laughing all night. ‘The red wine helps as well.’ It is like having a tonic and really brightens my life. The laughter I mean, not the wine.
I think I should say bye, and write the next letter sooner than later. I am on the mend, and will be on my travels as soon as pos, then hopefully will be much more interesting.
Bye friends and any others that read this.
Take care all and be happy.