My fiancé turned to me last night and asked if I was having an existential experience. I realise what I must’ve looked like. People around me were dancing, cheering, singing and generally rocking-out, whereas I was completely still in my seat at The Opera House. Tears were running down my face and my hands covered … Continue reading When Prince Charming took me to see Prince Charming
Memoir
Tom Waits – “Time”
My memory seems to be lurking around the first boarding school I attended, Wroxall Abbey. One of the things that makes this exploration of memory so interesting to me is how it lingers over a particular time in my past and the blog posts seem to clump. Here’s one last post about Wroxall. Coming to the … Continue reading Tom Waits – “Time”
Rebecca
Rebecca is my name. That means I was Becky for the first thirteen years of my life. I still am to my family, or those old friends who know me through my family. I was Becky at primary school and in the first year at intermediate. When I was twelve or thirteen, my parents decided to … Continue reading Rebecca
Reaching for Q
As I thought about what to offer for the letter Q, I reached in and searched my memory, but it was all too silly, too random. Then, I remembered those word games we played on long car journeys, which was usually as we travelled down to the caravan. We reached and searched for Q words … Continue reading Reaching for Q
Memory
Memory is as slippery as an over-buttered kipper. Nourishing though. We’re at the midway point of the challenge, and my theme has taken on a far greater significance than it had when I first rather flippantly chose it. Memory has played tricks on me as I’ve written these posts, putting me in places at different … Continue reading Memory
‘L’ Words…
With ‘Memory’ as my theme for the A to Z Blogging Challenge, I’ve been working my way through the alphabet this month. For each letter, I think ‘what can I recall about B or K or H’ and so on, and fairly quickly a word pops into my head. So far I’ve been able to … Continue reading ‘L’ Words…
James
Writing my post about Cricket for the ‘C’ post reminded me of another reason why I may have a mental block against the sport. His name was James, a mate of mine at school. He looked like a young Prince Charles, even down to the sticky out ears. He was very English, fantastic at sport, … Continue reading James
Dylan
We’re adopting a kitten from a wonderful cat rescue centre called The Kitten Inn next week, and it has made me think about my first cat, Dylan. I moved out of Dad’s house and purchased my first home when I was twenty-three. It was a small, two-bed terraced, with a nice but lonely view of a granite quarry. I hated … Continue reading Dylan
The Caravan and Cricket
Australia and New Zealand played a cricket match recently and it created quite a stir. World Cup Final, I think? I don’t understand cricket. More than that, I seem to subconsciously reject it. I’m not sure why. When we were kids, we used to holiday in Dorset in Summer months – cricket months. We had … Continue reading The Caravan and Cricket
Amsterdam
My first memory of Amsterdam was the four of us sitting outside a bar, drinking beer and eating chocolate cake that made us high. Good friends laughing easily and loudly at silly jokes. Two couples, both married in subsequent years. Now, one couple is divorced and no longer in touch. The other is still going … Continue reading Amsterdam
