I’m going to be AFK, en route to another Family Wedding. A juicy topic for blogging.
Who gets invited? Distant family members who only appear at Weddings and Funerals, and are mortally offended if they’re not invited. Then there’s the gossip about those who were/were not invited, the whispers about long-standing feuds – excursion into tribal history. Most of it unedifying, all of it fascinating. Families!
And then the vexed question of What to Wear? As the matriarch of my small family, I cannot lurk in the back pew in a comfy pair of trousers and my Skechers . So I’ve been combing the shops for something – anything ! – that doesn’t cost the earth, and which I will be able to wear on other occasions. My clothes have to march bravely on for years and years.
Additionally, I don’t lead a life filled with dressy occasions, so I don’t have anything in the cupboard to fall back on. Apart from my beautiful simple white jacket, made for me by my dear Mother at least 17 years ago. It gets hauled out for infrequent grand events. Because its a polyester linen it washes like a dream – thanks Mum – I wish I’d asked you to make me a black one, and a navy one, and perhaps a yellow one too. Alas: too late now.
So: the cat-sitter is organised, the suitcase is semi-packed. I’m scurrying around like a demented meerkat tying up loose ends, crossing off lists, adding diary notes – aaarrgggh … I’m my own worst enemy – too many projects, despite my 2016 resolution not to be so busy. Note to self: After Easter – say ‘NO’, and relax on the couch with your tapestry. Okay. Will do.
Meanwhile, dear readers Chocolat is holding the fort, terrifying the house-sitter while I gad around the Republic. Toodle-ooo!
*afk – Absent from keyboard