Thanks for being so patient.
I really do want to start blogging in the early mornings.
I am always much happier first thing.
How about you?
I’m a pretty chirpy riser.
Ooh, got to go. Somebody at the door…
Well, there you go go!
Three hours later, I’m back.
My dear old friend from school days pitched up with the biggest,
most beautiful bunch of sunflowers for Dave!
So we had a catch up, then some supper,
and before you know it, the clock has advanced by 3 hours!
Ironically, Jenny Day, our dear art teacher from way back when,
sent me a pic of the two of us only yesterday.
It was taken back in 2006,
when we were visiting our old English lit teacher,
Ingrid Hurren. Darling woman passed away last week,
so Jenny was letting me know.
Ingrid. Phenomenal woman. Fascinating intellectual.
She was German, married to an English artist, named Eric Hurren.
(Yep. She was our English teacher!)
He was Head of the Art Faculty in Canterbury, where they lived.
You know how you have a favourite teacher, the one you adored, the one you would do somersaults to please? Well Ingrid was that teacher for me. I used to hang on to every word she spoke, because it was always so meaningful.
She always used to come into the classroom and sit on her desk.
Not behind it.
And there she would sit, swinging her legs,
asking searching questions, stretching us, expanding our minds.
She really was brilliant.
I remember that she always made me feel good.
Worth listening to.
I understood through her very early on
that the highest form of wisdom is kindness.
She handed it out in spadefuls.
As Maya Angelou once said,
‘I’ve learned that people may forget what you said,
people may forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel.’
But I ramble.
It was good to see Anita this evening.
For a split second, I thought, damn! The blog.
But no sooner had I thunk the thought, than I let it go and enjoyed spending time with my old friend.
I had wanted to write about Life, and how it must go on regardless.
And then Anita pitched up, and today’s lesson was learned.
love and hugs,