Something of a round-up of stuff from the past week.
3. I turned out the cupboards in the cloakroom. Amongst the things in there were the tennis racquet I received as a birthday present from my parents at the age of fourteen. Wooden framed, of course and I remember trying to play with it some years ago and finding how much better they are nowadays. I hardened my heart and burned it. If I can’t declutter, how can I ask my husband to? However, I have kept this.
Ronan was nine when he broke his leg and this is his plaster cast. As you see, it fits me lengthwise, though my foot is bigger and my leg fatter – but my lower leg length is that of a nine years and ten months-year-old child. Not just a short arse.
4. We went to a wedding yesterday. This is what I wore – a dress that is too young for me, but which I still wear once in a while, and a very pretty ring that I rarely wear because I don’t have much it goes with. It fits better on my left hand which is smaller – I haven’t taken it off yet, because it needs the application of much baby oil to remove it – my elderly knuckles are getting too big for my rings – but it doesn’t look right with my wedding ring and, though I often wear no jewellery at all, an emerald and no wedding ring on my ring finger gives quite the wrong impression.
The wedding was delightful, the brother of the girl whose wedding reception was held here last July (Rupert is theirs, the spaniel who lived with us while they were away celebrating their first wedding anniversary). Tim is only twenty and still at university, but he and Emma are quite sure of their minds and very much in love. The age of the parties and the length of a marriage are not the defining factors in whether it is happy, I see no reason for it not to be. I’ve known people who married in middle age or older and it has worked or it has not, and the same for an early marriage. I don’t think there’s any one thing that brings lasting happiness, but I wish it for them both.