Should your front door be unlocked (rather
unlikely) and it were to open as you sat quietly reading, eating supper or
whatever, allowing several family members to walk in, unannounced, you may be
somewhat taken aback. Imagine the scene then when they remove coats, shoes and
hats, move to the table and settle themselves. Put down your book, computer,
turn off the tv, and put the kettle on. Then get the bread, latest cooked dish,
cake, beer, vodka…whatever you can find and offer it all. Everything will be
eaten and drunk. That’s what happens here. The fact that we have not yet installed the
electric gates and our door remains unlocked will make no difference. They
will ring, we will open.
It appears, amongst our family here, there
is no such thing as loneliness. I say it appears as my language is not good
enough to pick up all the gossip, but as my particular generation grows older I
can be assured of the close company of a good handful of contemporary family
members. So for all the shock of this
unwarranted intrusion to me, a true Brit in so many ways, despite being
100% central European in blood, the fact is these visitors have chosen to spend
the evening with us, in our house. I am very flattered.
So I keep up the baking, the soups, the bottling,
waiting for the next invasion. Just to be ready.
What is this book Frances? I'd be interested to try this starter. P.s slowly going through your blog as and when i get a moment. Great writing.
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