I blogged the whole thing! Here. Oh dear, I’m sorry. I remembered that I’d written about all the dogs, so checked what I’d said about Susie. Just as well, I suppose, I was telling the story very badly, yesterday.
I’ve never been much for reminiscing to my children, I don’t think. My mother used to – she had a lot of tales which were repeated over and again, and I try not to do that because – well, sometimes it got a bit boring. Although, since she died, I’ve realised that we were so used to her stories that we never noticed the huge pieces she left out. And now it’s too late to ask and we have no way of knowing. There were various inaccuracies that we didn’t notice at the time – she simply got it wrong, but we never questioned it. She always said that she was 14 when the war broke out, for example, but actually she was nearly 16 – she never disguised her age, it was simply that she forgot, but we never did the sums.
We’re looking forward to the weekend. Weeza and the children are coming over to stay for the first time in ages. Actually, I can’t remember them all staying here before, but she says they have, though Gus was in a cot the last time – I expect she’s right. Phil will stay home and do some DIY. DIH, I suppose.
Tomorrow morning, I expect to be up a ladder cutting back the Virginia creeper, which is Virginia creeping all over the bedroom windows. In fact, it’s growing over the chimney pots too, but I can’t get up that high so I’ll have to cut it off lower down. I am not afraid of heights exactly, but they do give me vertigo. Still, 20 feet down isn’t that vertigo. Even so, I’ll try not to fall off.