She was born in the morning in Madras, Southern India, so when we awoke this morning, we knew she'd already been born all of those one hundred years ago today. One hundred years.. time is an extraordinary thing is it not?
She came across some of her mother's letters this last week, she was looking for papers, she really must 'get on' with sorting out that back room! And she found them and with them were the letters, goodness me, no one could ever forget Constance's writing! It was only decipherable by her old friends, to whom she wrote on a regular basis or her immediate family.
A gift that she always gave her mother was a bottle of 'Moment Supreme' by Jean Patou, She used to get it in Bergdorf Goodman if she was in America or Fortnum & Mason's in Piccadilly, only a very few stores stock it.
She never known anyone else who wore it and the only times she has smelt it since her mother's death were on the occasions that Constance has come to 'visit' her in order to alert her to something! I know it sounds pretty strange but life IS pretty strange!
We woke up to sunlight but the boring dreary greyness has descended upon us again, it's slightly warmer than last weekend but this past week has been truly bitter, on Thursday at midday it was below zero in deepest Knightsbridge and yesterday was so damp.. ugh. It might as well have been raining the pavements were so wet.
She went to the library yesterday morning and was desperately saddened to see the tree on the corner of Sydney Street and the King's Road surrounded by flowers and candles in jars. When she was headed for the library on Thursday, a car had jumped the lights and hit a motorbike.
The police and an ambulance with medics were on the scene almost immediately and when she left the library, she was directed to cross the road much further up. Oh dear, we all know what flowers and candles mean, poor man. Fancy having to be the police officer having to go and to tell his family that he wasn't ever coming home again.
But whilst she had been in the library, a curious thing happened, a woman came in with a big bag of books and said to one of the librarians "I'd like to give these to the Library as I don't want them", the librarian explained that because of Public Lending Rights, (authors get, I think, 7p per borrowing) that they didn't accept books from the public but suggested that she gave them to a Charity Shop or let my mum, whom she said "reads a lot" have a look at them!
My mum said "what are they?" The woman put the bag on the desk and said "help yourself if you want any of them and pass them on if you don't" so she looked at the books and squeaked with joy! For there was just the book she'd been wanting to get but had forgotten the, rather starting, title!
"I'd love this one if I may, how much would you like for it" she said to the woman who smiled and replied "Absolutely nothing, have it with my pleasure, please take the others as well" and with that she left, leaving mum with the bag of books!
The librarian and she looked at each other and laughed! What were the odds on that happening.. just the very book, about which we will post when she's read it, for on Friday, she collected her new reading glasses from EYE Opticians, yippee!
And just a few doors away from her opticians on Mare Street, Hackney, she has found a very nice bunch of youngsters, they run 'CRISIS', a charity shop for the homeless and last Friday when she collected her long distance specs, she was delighted to give them her computer monitor together with its' cables, a bag of books and some dvd's.
And when she goes to collect her additional pair of distance glasses next Friday, she'll take them the other books the woman gave her.
Much as she'd like to stay warm and snug in bed with me keeping her head toasty, she thinks she 'ought' to do something. So I have to go as she's about her business, whatever that might be. Me, I'm going to snuggle down somewhere until sanity returns and I can get back onto her head.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 29, 2017.
PostScript: Her mother's birthday and also Bill's!
She came across some of her mother's letters this last week, she was looking for papers, she really must 'get on' with sorting out that back room! And she found them and with them were the letters, goodness me, no one could ever forget Constance's writing! It was only decipherable by her old friends, to whom she wrote on a regular basis or her immediate family.
A gift that she always gave her mother was a bottle of 'Moment Supreme' by Jean Patou, She used to get it in Bergdorf Goodman if she was in America or Fortnum & Mason's in Piccadilly, only a very few stores stock it.
She never known anyone else who wore it and the only times she has smelt it since her mother's death were on the occasions that Constance has come to 'visit' her in order to alert her to something! I know it sounds pretty strange but life IS pretty strange!
We woke up to sunlight but the boring dreary greyness has descended upon us again, it's slightly warmer than last weekend but this past week has been truly bitter, on Thursday at midday it was below zero in deepest Knightsbridge and yesterday was so damp.. ugh. It might as well have been raining the pavements were so wet.
She went to the library yesterday morning and was desperately saddened to see the tree on the corner of Sydney Street and the King's Road surrounded by flowers and candles in jars. When she was headed for the library on Thursday, a car had jumped the lights and hit a motorbike.
The police and an ambulance with medics were on the scene almost immediately and when she left the library, she was directed to cross the road much further up. Oh dear, we all know what flowers and candles mean, poor man. Fancy having to be the police officer having to go and to tell his family that he wasn't ever coming home again.
But whilst she had been in the library, a curious thing happened, a woman came in with a big bag of books and said to one of the librarians "I'd like to give these to the Library as I don't want them", the librarian explained that because of Public Lending Rights, (authors get, I think, 7p per borrowing) that they didn't accept books from the public but suggested that she gave them to a Charity Shop or let my mum, whom she said "reads a lot" have a look at them!
My mum said "what are they?" The woman put the bag on the desk and said "help yourself if you want any of them and pass them on if you don't" so she looked at the books and squeaked with joy! For there was just the book she'd been wanting to get but had forgotten the, rather starting, title!
"I'd love this one if I may, how much would you like for it" she said to the woman who smiled and replied "Absolutely nothing, have it with my pleasure, please take the others as well" and with that she left, leaving mum with the bag of books!
The librarian and she looked at each other and laughed! What were the odds on that happening.. just the very book, about which we will post when she's read it, for on Friday, she collected her new reading glasses from EYE Opticians, yippee!
And just a few doors away from her opticians on Mare Street, Hackney, she has found a very nice bunch of youngsters, they run 'CRISIS', a charity shop for the homeless and last Friday when she collected her long distance specs, she was delighted to give them her computer monitor together with its' cables, a bag of books and some dvd's.
And when she goes to collect her additional pair of distance glasses next Friday, she'll take them the other books the woman gave her.
Much as she'd like to stay warm and snug in bed with me keeping her head toasty, she thinks she 'ought' to do something. So I have to go as she's about her business, whatever that might be. Me, I'm going to snuggle down somewhere until sanity returns and I can get back onto her head.
GeeGee Parrot.
January 29, 2017.
PostScript: Her mother's birthday and also Bill's!
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