Update on the decor front: I have now decanted all boxes and bags recovered from my storage unit last Wednesday, only to find a plethera of absolutely no baubles, beads or the favourite little whimsical tree, much loved by everyone. I think that if I were to return to the storage unit to find the rogue box/es I would simply lock myself in and use the treasure to decorate the contents therein. There are seating/sleeping facilities, a display unit, console table, coffee table and garden furniture which could be dragged out for some pre-Christmas chestnut roasting, even though there is no ‘open fire’ (now I’m singing again!…). Continue reading
So…here’s the thing, I have lots to say but don’t quite know where to start. Let’s go with what is at the forefront of my mind. Somebody, somewhere within my hearing announced that Christmas was just over four weeks away! I immediately booked my brother-in-law for a morning out to my storage unit. Yes, you heard me correctly, I have a storage unit and a brother-in-law and sister who are always ready to answer my distress calls.
‘A storage unit? Why on earth do you have a storage unit?’ I hear you ask. This much longer story will be told at a later date (you lucky people!). Continue reading
…and what a world it is. Over the past few days, I have been thinking a lot about my very first pen friend, Michel. He was French and he lived in Paris, in the 15e Arrondissement to be precise. I’m not sure how near or far away this is from the recent tragic events but I can’t help seeing him lying in a bloodied street looking as he did when I last saw him circa 1960: young, handsome and with the world at his feet. He visited Scotland twice and tempted me ( in charming broken English ) with descriptions of all the attractions to be enjoyed in his Capital City…. whenever I came to visit. This never came to pass ….. ‘ma mere’ saw to that …. and I stopped writing. Je le regrette.
For those people whose lives have been devastated by the sudden and cruel loss of loved ones, I have no words… only sorrow.
For those injured and traumatised, whose lives have now been changed forever… again, no words……
Michel, I realise that you could have departed this life a long time ago but I want to think of you now, reading this message, en famille, and realising that you and your fellow countrymen are not alone.
Wherever you are, mon ami, I wish you peace.