So, several things have been going on!
Firstly, ‘The Adventures of the Gin Club‘ is up and running on the local Observer’s website. This is jolly exciting. Reading it again I realised how very rude it is, oops too late now!
I got away for a week to Greece with my friend Janet. We had a wonderful time, swimming, exploring, and saying ‘It’s all about me! It’s all about us!’ We did yoga for abs! from a video of a lovely stretchy chap called Rod the Bod. Well, we call him that. He’s actually called Rodney Yee. Had an adventure with a spider called Anansi at a deserted monastery. How did we know he was called Anansi? He just looked like an Anansi, alright?
He obviously wanted to hitch a lift to the beach and came along in our car. Janet and I had a bit of a mutual screaming fit when he first surfaced on my leg in all his enormity. We stalled the car scrambling to get out and jumped about in the street flapping our tops. Anansi ran off and hid in the engine. We drove quite a bit further in terrified mode then he crawled out onto Janet’s bag. We screamed and stalled and flapped again and threw the bag far away. Seriously though these spiders have spherical bodies the size of your hand and spin web like guitar strings.
I am working with my friend Duncan on his fabulous stories about a spider called Wesley of the Wing Mirror. The other day I went with Grampa to a party, in his car. There was the most fabulous Wesley of the Wing Mirror sitting on a glorious web stretching from the mirror to my window. ‘Oh, wow, we have to stop and get a picture of this for Duncan,’ I said.
‘Och, doon’t worry! When we get there we’ll get a picture,’ said Grampa.
I anxiously watched Wesley going Wheeeeee! in the wind just like he does in the story, waving his hairy tentacles in delight. Unfortunately my mind wandered for a moment. ‘God, it’s hot,’ I exclaimed and wound down the window. Oh bollox, Wesley’s web was ripped out of its mooring and Wez himself went flying off into the street. Hashtag Big Aargh moment. (Did I do that Hashtag thing right? I haven’t quite got it yet. Do advise pray.)
Wouldn’t it be marvellous if we could get Gwanny doing hashtags? She would for sure do it ALL WRONG. I still have strong memories from about forty years ago of my brother Pete trying to get her to sing ‘Why can’t I be-e a teenager in love?’ correctly. Every time she tried she got it ALL WRONG. Every way you could get it wrong, she got it wrong. Pete never gave up though. He is still trying to get her to sing it right. Just that one line. I know, he’s very odd.
Bizarrely, Pete and Penel are both in Australia. They even met up over there. Far out, man.
Fred has gone off to Greece with David and eight lads. They slept on a Cretan beach last night. Chloe and Tabs headed off to Greece as well. I am going (again! woohoo, it’s all about me!) with Bash and her fwend Olivia on Sunday.
In more news: my flute pupil Ruby got 95% in her Grade 8 flute exam. In the Syrinx, which is the ancient pipe of Pan, by Debussy, our absolute fave, there is one blank bar where it just says ‘Be still. Contain your joy. Listen.’ We practised that bar a lot. At the end of the piece the examiner just sat back in her chair and said ‘Wow!’ Hashtag goosebumps. (see, not convinced I’ve entirely got it.) I am obv insanely proud of Ruby and maybe will ask her to perform it to Youtube so you can get Hashtag Goosebumps too. Hashtag Contain your Joy.