We did indeed move the lounge, and it looks much better over there under the window. Funny thing I hadn’t realised is just how many photos of my Dad I brought with me. No teaspoons, not enough clothes and barely any books, but photographs everywhere. There he is: there and there and there. I might put one or two of them away. Not because I love him less, but because it’s too much. It’s just too much.
The lads have gone back to school today. Nervous, they were in their own different ways. They didn’t know which class they were in or which friends they would have. One of them worries his shoes will pinch, the other realises that he has outgrown Lightning McQueen and gratefully accepts my black backpack.
I remember those nerves, don’t you? And it’s not so much the nerves, but the fact that when you are six, you have no idea that everyone feels this way. In that respect, it’s easier being forty than it is being six.
Nerves wore off quickly, and excitement settled in. They hugged their friends, made bunny ears behind each other’s backs, then started thumb wars. And in that respect, it’s better being six than it is being nearly forty one.
So, here I am, alone for just a few hours in the house, about to get my butcher’s paper and textas out and get to novel work, bouyed as I am by this rather lovely review.
I don’t think I could live without teaspoons. Will you be okay?
Coping so far.
That’s a lovely review. Bravo.
I can’t read the review, must be incompatible with my computer or something. Anyway. Glad Spaion and Edinburgh went so well, good luck with settling back in.
Monet was v. excited to be actually going to school yesterday… I felt a bit scared for her but she didn’t let on if she was scared.
Hope your boys ended up having a great day. And you got yourself to Lulu’s or someplace and bought some teaspoons. One cannot have enough teaspoons.
It is a great review. Yay you.
Am just starting your book. Am quite excited.
Oh yeah and I am so with The Coffee Lady on the teaspoons. I LOVE teaspoons – partly because I despise ‘big’ spoons. They hurt my mouth.
I regularly buy more teaspoons, usually at the supermarket, because I get to the crockery and kitchen things aisle, and realise that our teaspoons have all been quietly disappearing, because of reasons, of course.
So, here I am, alone for just a few hours in the house, about to get my butcher’s paper and textas out and get to novel work
[wriggles in delighted anticipation]
Yeah, I need teaspoons, even though I’ve weaned myself off sugar in my tea…
What an excellent review. And you do need teaspoons, because they make ice cream and desserts last longer. Buy at least four.
Lovely review and lovely post and lovely day ahead of you from the sounds of it. Enjoy.
Lovely review. Myself, I’m up to Chapter 4 and enjoying the ride.
Would you like us to send you teaspoons?
I know Gillian and she is an exceptional critic, and has an encyclopaedic knowledge of modern fiction. Good stuff!
I’ve got a nice Renmark souvenir teaspoon you can have if you need it.