BEFORE A BREW AFTER A BREW
I remember Maggie Thatcher using that cringingly awful phrase once when she told the nation she had become a grandmother for the first time. Well, my great-grandson was born at 10.21p.m. on the 8th July, 2014. It also happened to be my birthday and it was somewhat eclipsed by the impending new arrival who was ten days overdue. But that didn’t bother me, it was the fact I looked so grumpy in that photo I posted on my blog the week before; the one where I was laser tagging. That, then, made me look at my author photograph on Amazon again. I looked just as grumpy. I don’t want to be known as a ‘Grumpy Granny’ so I decided to do something about it.
Hubby, who is a keen photographer of wild-life – that includes me and snapped me once in the buff as I was stepping out of the shower. I just managed to cover both double D’s with my hands before he hit the button – he took the above picture of me in my book-nook, so I am posting this more approachable picture and will replace the one on my author profile.
I also found out that day that I’m no Kiri Te Kanawa either. It was when my 13 year old grandson left the room when I began singing along to a CD my eldest bought me, ‘Great Love Songs of the 60’s – a decade that started when I was just entering my teens.
Oh, what a decade that was; after the baby-boom of the late 40’s early 50’s, there was free love, the pill, ban the bomb, and burning bras. It was a decade where women truly became emancipated. The CD is a timeless classic and they’re all on there: the big O – Roy Orbison to those not as advanced in years as I – along with The Drifters: Eddie Cochrane: The Four Seasons: The Everly Brothers and Elvis.
It did take me back, and I was singing along and throwing a few shapes in the kitchen when my Grandson heard me and shut the door. So I began to sing “It’s my birthday, and I’ll sing if I want to.” Get it? That song by Lesley Gore? 1965? You know, the female singer? NO? Oh, well, she cut a disc – apparently they cut discs in America, we make records. Anyway, it goes, “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.” I know what you’re thinking, cringingly awful lyrics, right? At that he closed the kitchen window and said I could be heard from the bottom of our close.
But, I did have a lovely day and I am now sitting writing this blog listening to songs from the 80’s on the radio. They’re playing Sinead O’Connor at the minute, ‘Nothing Compares’ – another timeless classic.
But nothing could compare with my birthday, and my family are keeping me to the promise I made on facebook, that when great-grandson is one year old, we are going to have a joint jelly-throwing party.
Can’t wait, never been smeared in jelly before – well not that kind of jelly. I’m rather partial to orange, so watch this space.