03 April 2013
short and sweet
Tucked away downstairs in one of my too-large collection of cookery books is an old letter I found when I brought a book home from a local second-hand shop, long since gone. Sent in the early days of the war from an address on the other side of the park, the little note, neatly handwritten with fountain pen, tells of toothache, the goldfish and how fearful the writer is of the blackout, hence the rush to get to the postbox. At least that's how I remember it - I may be wrong, for I am not quite sure where it is. I think of this letter, the importance of post cards, and how we will forget those short notes we text, or tweet, or write on people's blogs. Lost, as so many things are. So, because I belong to some project that is preserving blogs, I hope that this exchange between my friend and me may not be lost quite so easily:
Her (20:39): I think I've put my glasses in the washing machine.
Her (20:49): Just stopped machine. Drained it out. Searched through sopping washing. No glasses!!!!! Not sure if I am relieved or not. You see what happened was I bent down, glasses fell out if (sic) top of shirt where I always tuck them. I remember thinking must pick those up. But can't remember where I was. One time was in the washing.....the other time the fridge....
Me (20:51): Why does this sound so familiar?
Her: (20:52): Thank God I saw you today so we could share such traumas. So... I am now going to take your advice and relax. Use my spare glasses and wait for my memory to come back x
Her (20:55): Well I have retraced my movements approximately 3 times and keep feeling my face to check they are not on my face and frisking myself to no avail. (Husband) has sat down again onto sofa with a deep sigh and I am going to join him.... Until I do the retracing thing again...
Me (20:57): Have you laughed? This is so funny
Her (20:58): Yes I laughed a lot when you replied. Why does this all sound so familiar? And actually to (husband's) credit is up again looking. We could be here all night! x
The following morning, we resumed:
Her (08:17) Just about to go to hairdressers and resigned myself to the fact that I would have to wear comedy glasses and the I FOUND MY GLASSES! They were on top of a pile of books in the hallway. I have absolutely no recollection at all of putting them there. Lucky I'm not in charge of 24 five year olds!!!X
This makes me laugh so much, I can't tell you. Which is just as well, because shortly afterwards I found my own specs...