If anyone can identify that quotation (minus the zero) from a published book I will be mightily impressed. If it’s the same book I’m thinking of, of course.
I know, darlings, that you will miss me terribly while I’m away. So here are a few posts of Memories of Z’s significant dates.
Obviously, I have no memory of the day I was born. But I can tell you a little about it. To start with, I was a much wanted second baby, born more than five years after my big sister. My parents had rather given up hope, which is part of the reason I was given a name meaning ‘Life”. Mind you, I should have been a boy, for family reasons (whole family name has died out now, apparently). I was a great big baby, weighing 9 lbs or 9 1/2 or 10 lbs, I can’t remember what I was told, and I was very long. My parents expected me to grow into a six-footer. I don’t think I grew much past the age of six months or so, however and was tiny for many years. Now I’m just short.
At the time of my birth, my parents owned and ran a hotel in Weymouth, on Bowleaze Cove. It’s a rather splendid Art Deco building – if you’ve seen the Poirot series with David Suchet, the white-painted buildings featured in that were from the same era. They were reluctant hoteliers; it was force of circumstance. We moved to Oulton Broad, now part of Lowestoft in Suffolk, when I was four years old.
My mother looked after me when she was free, but I had a nursemaid called Alice (I think, I don’t remember her) as she had to work long hours at the hotel during the summer season.