Do you ever have weeks where you feel that you are rather like a long-jumper, flying through the air, feet not touching the ground, the days of the week skimming past below you as you try and maintain control before you hit the sand?
It has been a week like that with us.
Eldest son was 16 on Monday. Party was on Friday night and involved an evening out with mates and a sleepover at home with ten 15/16 year old boys camped out in our sittingroom. The room usually looks like this (Janet, please note white slip-covers, freshly washed!),
and I will leave to your imagination what it looked like after the ten of them, plus sleeping-bags, giant chocolate cake, multipacks of cola, crisps and a huge pillow-fight had taken its toll. Suffice it to say, I am still finding the odd feather and cola can!!
There was a lovely moment though, at about 11pm hearing far-off laughter and chatting getting closer and closer as they wended their way in the dark over the fields and along the river to our house. They got a huge thumbs up from us for having a fantastic time without any accident, injury or damage to their livers. Phew.
Sunday brought high tea with a dear friend and her lovely two kids. One was nursing a sore ear, which was story in itself and one I feel obliged to share. Scenario: 11 year old boy is given weekend homework of preparing a role-play for a Monday lesson illustrating some aspects of battle in the Middle Ages. Elder brother is more than willing to lend a helping hand, or hands, armed with kitchin utensils. Their mum, whilst praising ingenuity, bans spatulas etc for fear of blinding and the like. Their father then calls from the west coast of Ireland where he is having a surfing jolly with some friends. Mid conversation, dreadful, bloodcurdling screams, intimating real, rather than imagined pain is heard, phone call is aborted, and mum runs into the kitchen to find, to her utter bewilderment that raw spagetti has become the sword of choice and somehow, don't ask, but a fragment of durum wheat pasta has become lodged in ear canal of younger son.
Screaming, crying, heartfelt apologies and explanations are all thrown into the mix, (and it was completely accidental), as they hotfoot it to the nearest hospital. TWO INCHES of spagetti is removed by a doctor, who pronounces that the eardrum is well and truly perforated.
You couldn't make it up, could you? Poor George is recovering, Paddy is sheepish and hallelujah for ibroprufen!
Monday was filled with not just cleaning up the house, but frankly bringing it safely back to its moorings, like a swaying hot-air balloon, pulling on its ropes. And restocking the fridge and generally feeling slightly heroic in my domestic sphere, bringing order and calm to all about. And getting out into my damp and mushroomy, October-y smelling garden, to notice that wet dianthus leaves look like the diamante hairslides I so admired as a little girl, and actually still rather do for all their 1920s-style decadance,
Tuesday, I escaped to London and salivated over the best, most exquisite jewellery currently being created by contemporary jewellers in the UK, at the 2010 Goldsmiths' Fair in London. The Goldsmith's Hall could and should be a post in itself, but suffice it to say that it has stood on that very spot, opposite St Paul's Cathedral, since 1339 although little is known about that first building. The second was built in 1634-6 and required renovation and restoration after it was severely damaged in the Great Fire of London in 1666. It lasted for the best part of two centuries but was demolished in the 1820s, when the present Hall was built in the style of a classical urban palazzo. It is such a grand place, but they were very fierce about no cameras when I was there, so I will just guide you to the website if you are interested.
The jewellery and flatware were breathtaking, my eye was drawn particularly to the work of Sue Lane, James Newman and Ruth Tomlinson (although not the pieces on her first website picture, but love, love the others!). I could name so many more, but it was a wonderful experience to see so much talent, in an artform I love, under one roof. Fed the soul via the eyes!
So, it was good today to finish my arc across the week, and land with a happy thud on the sand. I hope your week is treating you well.