I love rain on a Saturday.
Staying in bed is legit on a rainy Saturday.
My bed is my favourite place in the world and the heart of Saturday morning Smith family life.
This morning I have lain in state, me and my tablet, while the family has moved about me.
I wish I had set up a time lapse film of this morning. It would have gone like this:
the kids coming in and out,
two little snugglers curling up next to me to watch a video of cute dogs,
then bustling out to play,
then coming in fighting
and being chased out by their father,
the Luthier bringing in coffee,
then breakfast
and the local rag or "two minutes silence" as a friend's father dubbed it,
the dog curled up on the end of the bed,
then next to me on the Luthier's side,
then curled up beside a kid on the end again,
barking to go out,
kids loom binding together on the bed,
Killing themselves at their own jokes,
the teen guy looking through catalogues and remarking "Oooh, carpets!
- said no thirteen year old boy ever.
Now the teen is beside me watching Tripod and Doc Brown comedy videos on YouTube and the two smalls have sorted all their loom bands into colours.
And what have I been doing all this time, I hear you ask? Well, while sitting on my flat ass, propped on pillows, shifting occasionally when my legs go to sleep and happily watching the family flow in and out and all around me, I have done some research for the Luthier's trip to Malta. And may I say, She looks alright, Malta. My Mum lived there in her teens in the 50s. Can you imagine that? 1950s frocks and hand bags, dos and shoes on a tiny picturesque rock in the middle of the Mediterranean. What a romantic adventure for a teenage girl from post-war Plymouth! Her father was in charge of the Supply office for the British Navy under Lord Mountbatten and she attended a Catholic girl's school where their uniforms were individually tailored. She tells us stories of weekends out on yachts with officers and aristocratic girls with improbable names brought back from the Raj.
I just mentally moved to Malta.
The Luthier has been invited to be the Violin Maker in Residence and a Juror at the Malta International Music Competition. One of his bows will be donated as a prize for the Violin competition. Competitors, musicians of many kinds of instruments, come from all over Europe, Asia and the US for the week. The opportunity for Phil to attend came through his profile on LinkedIn - who knew that LinkedIn would workpiece that? Exciting times!
A time lapse film of me and the Luthier packing up and heading to Malta for a week of Mediterranean-culture-soaked-bliss is my next wish. Fingers crossed for tonight's mega draw.
I don't imagine my bed would be my favourite place if I were in Malta.
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This island's bedscape is now covered in toys, catalogues, a wet towel, kid's pyjamas and dressing gowns and my bedside table has collected an ex-breakfast bowl and a couple of dirty, empty coffee cups. My teen is onto "Wicked" and Hugh Jackman-in-musical-theatre videos on his laptop next to me now. And the dogue has returned, to curl up cat-like at my feet.
Now the teen is beside me watching Tripod and Doc Brown comedy videos on YouTube and the two smalls have sorted all their loom bands into colours.
And what have I been doing all this time, I hear you ask? Well, while sitting on my flat ass, propped on pillows, shifting occasionally when my legs go to sleep and happily watching the family flow in and out and all around me, I have done some research for the Luthier's trip to Malta. And may I say, She looks alright, Malta. My Mum lived there in her teens in the 50s. Can you imagine that? 1950s frocks and hand bags, dos and shoes on a tiny picturesque rock in the middle of the Mediterranean. What a romantic adventure for a teenage girl from post-war Plymouth! Her father was in charge of the Supply office for the British Navy under Lord Mountbatten and she attended a Catholic girl's school where their uniforms were individually tailored. She tells us stories of weekends out on yachts with officers and aristocratic girls with improbable names brought back from the Raj.
"If you love culture, history, and excellent weather you’ll love living in Malta. The Mediterranean Sea, a warm and sunny climate, a peaceful lifestyle waiting to be lived–that’s what to expect if you choose to live in Malta." http://internationalliving.com/countries/malta/living-in-malta/
I just mentally moved to Malta.
The Luthier has been invited to be the Violin Maker in Residence and a Juror at the Malta International Music Competition. One of his bows will be donated as a prize for the Violin competition. Competitors, musicians of many kinds of instruments, come from all over Europe, Asia and the US for the week. The opportunity for Phil to attend came through his profile on LinkedIn - who knew that LinkedIn would workpiece that? Exciting times!
A time lapse film of me and the Luthier packing up and heading to Malta for a week of Mediterranean-culture-soaked-bliss is my next wish. Fingers crossed for tonight's mega draw.
I don't imagine my bed would be my favourite place if I were in Malta.
This island's bedscape is now covered in toys, catalogues, a wet towel, kid's pyjamas and dressing gowns and my bedside table has collected an ex-breakfast bowl and a couple of dirty, empty coffee cups. My teen is onto "Wicked" and Hugh Jackman-in-musical-theatre videos on his laptop next to me now. And the dogue has returned, to curl up cat-like at my feet.
1 comment:
What a lovely post! and lovely images of the world in your house swirling around you as you recline in state - that's how it should be. I too love my bed and bedroom, and regard that place as my sanctuary. Low lighting, comfy linen, cups of tea and croissants, and a book at the end of the day.
I went to Malta on holiday once and it is a wonderful place - there's something a little preserved about it, in a nice way, unspoilt, and you can still imagine a woman dressed as your mother might have been, in tippy toe shoes and a beautifully tailored fifties summer dress with a great handbag, tripping up the steps of the main street in Valetta even now, she wouldn't look out of place.
Pretty certain I've visited your blog before...
Thanks for a nice read! See you next month.
Fiona aka Apple Island Wife
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