Betsy was six months this week, and the Smiths’ first album thirty years, so as we enter the seventh month, here are seven things that have been playing on my mind recently, accompanied by S & M greatest hits…
Forgive a slightly different way of writing: we finally entered the twenty first century and bought an i-Pad. Nigel Slater claims to have written his last two books on said tablet device, so we will see how this goes…
We bought the i-Pad in Reading, a great city where my sister lives and I have always had a soft spot for the Biscuit boys since a childhood friend supported them. Whilst there, we celebrated Betsy’s actual six month birthday with a great meal at Jamie’s Italian.
Funnily enough it was seven years ago this week that I met him at a Healthy Schools reception Charles and Camilla held (she offered to send us some carrots) and after four glasses of red wine in an hour, plus a lovely lamb & orzo stew, I approached him with a rewards ribbon Lisa had made.
It was just after the school dinners revolution that he had instigated.
“The kids think you’re a nobhead but I think you deserve this” I told him.
He laughed, thankfully, and wore the ribbon with apparent pride.
I never really liked Jamie Oliver but now I really admire him, for a variety of reasons.
3. HALF A PERSON
Talking of wine, this past month my old bete noire or getting ID’d has returned with it happening twice at Sainsbury’s I boycotted last year. The first time was with Lisa, she had her driving licence with her luckily, although this begs the questions why didn’t they insist I had proof of age too given that I was paying? The woman behind in the queue didn’t help when she said ‘oh you easily look over sixteen’ and the following week (having been served twice in between with no problems) it happened again.
Quite how many under eighteens or 25s buy a ten pound bottle of Duboeuf Brouilly Beaujolais I am not sure, this time was a classic though: I had bought some beers earlier in the day and not been questioned, so the assistant felt quite proud at having challenged me. I asked how old she thought I was; twenty four the reply.
I kind of want to do this:
4. I WILL SEE YOU (IN FAR OFF PLACES)
What was interesting was that this week I took to wearing glasses, after buying a pair of cosmetic specs on a whim whilst away. I reminisced to four years ago before the lasering and got used to the fake tortoiseshell frames partially blocking my view of the world, I suppose part of me thought they might make me look older (and strangely like Gareth Malone) rather than younger and more prone to being challenged at the checkout.
Bizarrely this week also, an artist from WASHINGTON UTAH has got in touch about using my eyes story in a project she is working on, crazy stuff.
5. I LIKE YOU
I went to Magic world at the world Museum Liverpool last week too.
Being half term it was extremely busy but well worth the trip, featuring as it did the notion of make believe and not just conjuring performers but also fairies and fairy tales. There’s a toy bear and his wand, which reminded me that the past few weekends, when me and Bets have sat watching Sooty at 7am, me marvelling at the nostalgia three puppets can inspire her not having a clue what was going on.
The other show I had been keen to see I mentioned last time. ‘We two boys’ by Hockney, which features in the gallery, remains for me one of the best paintings I have ever seen, not just for its visual content but also the colours within, the subtext and the intirinsic coded messages I probably won’t ever understand.
And, all this in the week it was announced 3.18 would be supporting Morrissey in America!
6. I LEFT THE NORTH, I TRAVELLED SOUTH
I was approached recently about contributing to a festival of Northernness during the summer. It is entitled Hannah and links back to the work I did for Northern Spirit / Wondrous Place, in which I championed elements of being from the north / not travelling south.
I have an idea of what I want my work to be based on, it involves a pigeon, but wondered if I might ask a little favour:
Can you let me know what you think is particularly northern and therefore worthy of entry? Use hashtag Northernness on Twitter or send me a message, please.
7. DON’T MAKE FUN OF DADDY’S VOICE
Parenthood has taken agrip of me for over a year now, indeed it was February half term 2013 that we had our first scan and everything became all the more real.
This week then saw the anniversary of that as well as half a year since betsy’s arrival, how time flies.
Alabaster crashes down. Six months is a long time! Try living in the real world, instead of a shell…
Well it hasn’t all been fun at the time but it has been the most incredible experience and every moment memorable. It feels like a new chapter, half a year, as clothes change and signs of development are ever more apparent.
She is definitely saying DADADADADA when she sees me and she is grabbing and biting everything she can. Church today was a nightmare, as she found her voice in the cavernous spaces of St. Nic’s. She is laughing and smiling as if there were no tomorrow and whilst those naughty pegs are causing her problems, generally she is happy as can be and that makes us all the more proud of what we have created.
She is now old enough to sit in a highchair: here she is.
These moments have grown more significant since Lisa has to go back to school. She has done such a wonderful job looking after B and we are very lucky with the situation we are in, but know there are testing times ahead.
As we discussed with the vicar yesterday (S. P. was correct by the way) we are determined to give her the best possible grounding meaning we are going to be confirmed on Easter Sunday to prepare for our bringing her into the church, I know some people will scoff but it means a lot to have her grow up with faith and spirituality. We had a time when other things were going on but now are back with renewed belief and thanks.
I think we feel so blessed after praying for such luck and being rewarded that we want to pay it back, so to speak, and thank God for these first few months and for the future hundreds.
In the mean time, it is back to school, Morrissey’s favourite topic of conversation along with religion.
I’ll leave the final words to Sooty’s various father figures.
Bye bye, everyone.