Another strange British superstition which was passed on to me by my mum, along with the thing about magpies, black cats and ladders. But the title of this post when uttered before any other word on the first day of each month bestows upon you good fortune for the rest of that month. I have secretly been mumbling this bonkers phrase for some months now and I will stand beside myself in amazement if it doesn’t seem to be working! Here we are at the end of another month and I’m still here! Delighted I am too as I have had yet another very pleasant day. When Louise commented that she didn’t know how I was doing it, I told her that she was primarily responsible and also referred her to yesterday’s post.
The first wonderful event of the day was that the man I went to see about the Wallabies actually had some this time, therefore I was considerably more comfortable than I was yesterday!
After lunch, Granny Rosie took Oscar for a walk for a few hours and as my mum had gone home for the day, Louisa and I had a bit of time to ourselves. We decided to spend it having a cheeky Saturday afternoon drink and putting together the photograph album I am leaving for Oscar. It’s a fun thing to do, whittling down one’s life into 48 pages or whatever it is and quite surprising how many 6 x 4 inch sheet of paper you can throw away (having insisted for the previous seven house moves that you absolutely cannot do without them!). We are assembling Oscar’s album so that it reads as his own, so Louise’s mum is called Granny Rosie, my brother is uncle Matthew and so on. I hope that this helps Oscar to take ownership of his family history as well as paint a fuller picture, albeit somewhat dubious in places, of me.
We also chatted about my funeral for a while, trying to decide on numbers, venue for the inevitable piss-up afterwards and whether or not I should be in the buff in the box (I’m a little worried about ruining a perfectly serviceable tailored suit!) I do find organising the biggest event in my life, that I won’t be attending in the fullest sense of the word, brilliantly entertaining. If you are coming and end up standing outside somewhere because I guessed the numbers wrong, quite frankly my dear I won’t give a damn! I’ve bought you your first half of Tetley’s and a quarter of a ham salad bap, what do you want from me!
When Oscar returned from his walk, he rapidly destroyed the quiet musings of his parents by emptying his toy boxes and bookcases into every corner of the living room whilst spouting another dozen new words. Brilliant. Especially when he and his mum were hiding under the blanket playing peepo-daddy!
Here I will leave you all to embark upon the journey through the minefield of bad taste that is Saturday night TV. Have fun!
Lots of love,
I remember Neil and I chatting about the suit and his reluctance to ruin it at his cremation. I suggested that he could also ruin his dress socks while he was at it, which seemed to go down well. When we had bought Neil’s dinner suit, the previous year, I told him he needed dress socks to wear with it. His reaction was ‘Eh? What? Dress socks, there’s no such thing! What’s wrong with my normal socks? Socks are socks!’. Marks and Spencer seemed to side with me in their existence so reluctantly, and rather huffily, he handed over the cash… then I made him buy dress shoes, the socks were just an inroad.
I had been putting together the photo album that Neil mentions here as his Christmas present, but I had only had the time to work on it at night before I fell asleep so I didn’t manage to finish it. It was all I could think to give him for Christmas that would be of any use to him at all. I had been disappointed that I couldn’t finish it, but had realised that it might be something we could do together and he would be much better at commenting on some of the photos. It was a lovely afternoon and I think I learned a few things I would not have had answers to without going through these photos together. - Louise (2013)
January 31, 2009 at 8:51 pm
so happy you are back home, enjoying the company of family and Oscar’s burgeoning vocabulary (and we’re all realising we’ll have to watch our tongues so he doesn’t pick up our verbal improprieties). He’s a really fast learner and pretty smart too, just like his mum and dad.
Thanks to you I now can’t get Jefferson Airplane’s ‘White Rabbit’ out my head. No bad thing.
love to you all,
January 31, 2009 at 11:52 pm
I’m nor really that superstitious myself, but I can slaughter a couple of (vir…) Chickens if you think it would help.. lol
Glad to hear the anticipated move went well this morning, good to get a load off …
I hope the book idea works, I know I’d buy it, maybe there’ll be a film.
Think brad pitt could do you? Or maybe Johnny depp.
“ and the Oscar goes to” Neil and Louise of cause.
Oh, on the “in the box choice”.
I’d defiantly go out the way I came in. Naked kicking and screaming. Think of it this way, if you go to hell, because of some clerical error. You going to be over dressed an far too warm in a suit..
And when you get to the garden of Eden, well its just bad taste turning up at a nudist camp in a suit. lol
After reading very carefully my last post to you, I find it necessary to add this disclaimer.
This message is not smell checked or poof read.
February 1, 2009 at 2:22 am
I’m on the nite shift again at work…
I can’t believe that a whole week has passed since we saw you.We both wish that we lived closer..Rick would be round on a daily basis helping you to consume your own off licence! It is wonderful to know that you are much happier at home and enjoying watching Oscar change every day!
I hope that the week ahead is full of wonderful surprises, comfortable and that you continue to feel a little bit more at peace with yourself.(Maybe the buddha has helped!)
Speak again very soon,
Love Lula x
February 1, 2009 at 8:22 am
Hi Neil et al
Great to see you are still ‘blogging away’ and have not lost your wicked humour!- also good to see you are at home and enjoying your life despite the obvious hardships.
Jane and I are going away for a few days in (what seems like) our never-ending search for a retirement place(as Spain now appears but a dream?) Will come see you next weekend if ok and have chat.
If you want us to’Neilsit’anytime let us know next week, we would be happy to oblige now we have this new found freedom and time.
Keep yer pecker up(metaphorically of course!)and continue to enjoy this time given you with your lovely family and good friends around.
All our love
Bryce & Jane xxxx
Jane and Brian
February 1, 2009 at 9:43 am
Happy white rabbit day, Neil! Now I’ll be doing it every month to come! Glad to have you with us for another one. Keep saying it, it seems to be working its magic!
February 1, 2009 at 1:43 pm
You don’t really know me but I am an old friend of Louise and Douglas. Douglas let me know about the blog a few weeks ago and I have been reading ever since.
Glad you had such a lovely day yesterday and hope it wasn’t too spoiled by the poor TV line-up.
All best wishes to you all,
February 2, 2009 at 1:49 am
Elizabeth Wight (aka Auntie Liz)
It’s fun reading all you write! I went to the cinema on Saturday night on my own to see “Valkyre” and when I came home wanted to tell you guys all about it…generation thing, of course! I mean the part of history. But your stories are much more interesting!
Keep ‘em coming!
Lots of love your three!
February 4, 2009 at 10:48 pm
Is Tetly’s tea or beer,so’s I can decide whether to show up!! love Dot x