Scenes From My Phone…


Alison May

 

I ran away. I packed my little red going away bag, tucked my son under my arm and caught a train. Because sometimes the only place to hide is within the tight knit walls of your family. And it helped. It helped to stick me back together a bit. And to remind me of the things I love. What matters to me.  And why I have long loved nesting, creating sanctuary and pretty things…

I am home again now. Dad tucked both me and Finn under his arm and brought us home and we took Finn to Jodrell Bank and stared in awe at the big satellite thingy, and I failed completely to understand the science of it, and Dad cooked something spicy with fish and I felt safe again…

These then are scenes from my phone. Little snippets of the past few days…

This little rascal insisted on having his photo taken next to this very impressive puddle. A puddle I think you will agree, that deserves commemoration…

 

We went to Sunbury Market at Kempton Park Racecourse in search of treasure. It was a bright, sunny morning and the market was full of quirky people and wonderful somethings, and Finn declared it an “experience” and Helen stalked around with determination in her eyes and I wanted to climb on board one of the vans and dash around French Brocantes with a man in a beret forevermore.

And then it was on to Station Mill Antiques at Chipping Norton where we have a stall – to give one of the two Sylvia Warman busts we had acquired pride of place…

Before going back to Helen’s lovely house so that I could have cuddles with these two… (Look! That’s my Alfie asleep there… oh how I miss him.).

I feel restored. Better. Awake. I even slept almost through the entire night last night! So never again will I underestimate the healing powers of family and antiques.

All is well and all shall be well and all shall be well…


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7 comments on “Scenes From My Phone…

  1. Barbara D on said:

    Ah yes the power of family and antiques. Add to that the power of a few girlfriends and a sunny day and life is sparkling again. Lovely post. Do keep on writing with your unique voice. So good to see another post from you.

  2. Marylène on said:

    Just a few weeks ago, you seemed happy to move in a new house, and now you need to run away and hide and get better… Did some new problem happen or did you simply need to get away from pressure? I’ve been reading this blog for many years and I always loved it, but the more it goes, the less I understand what is going on. I am not asking for every detail, but I would like to know enough to be able to understand… but maybe I am the only one. In any case, I hope life gets better soon for you.

    • You’re not the only one, I’m wondering too. Not trying to be nosy, but it sounded like everything was going so well with the new home and new start for their newly blended family, and now it’s all vague and not so happy…a bit confusing, to be sure.

  3. I am a new reader. I am a little baffled. Why are you worried about mowing the lawn and running away from home? I do not need details but from what I previously read you have a second marriage and are living happily ever. What has happened?

  4. I’m glad this little respite restored you a bit. No matter what the future holds I am confident that you can make a life for yourself and Finn that is safe and warm and happy.

  5. Not one to post comments, more of a lurker here, but had to ask: What happened? You seemed so happy.

  6. I don’t know what Brocante means, I’m the opposite of vintage and I loathe housework and have a cleaning lady. But I still like this blog.

    Hope you’re feeling better!