Long-term readers will know that I sometimes start telling you all about my family’s or my own past. I’ve pretty well run out of things to say now though, and I’ve been telling one of my friends about another family I’ve known since way back. I’ve got quite a few anecdotes – you know me, not brief funny stories but fairly long ones that ramble on and on with multiple digressions until, at the point where the reader reaches total despair, I return to the original point and complete the tale. Sadly, I can’t possibly post any of it here (not because it’s rude but because it’s not appropriate, they’re not my relations), but it does make me realise how much I enjoy this sort of reminiscing. Odd really, because I’ve never done it within my family, I’ve written more here about my childhood than I’ve ever told my children. Still, if ever they’re interested, they can read it here. My friend probably wishes she’d never asked, mind you.
I have, with uncharacteristic boldness (if you’ll believe that, you’ll believe anything) given Elle a link to this site. It’ll be news to her that I call her Elle, for a start.