Have I got a problem?
I always used to say I didn’t like Gin; in fact I was 60 years young when I first drank a G & T. I felt very grown up. Let me explain why I ‘thought’ I couldn’t stomach Gin.
One Boxing Day, (when I was aged about 6) I was at a big family do for my cousin ‘N’s birthday (‘N’ would have been about 3 years old I guess). Several aunts and uncles and a contingent of cousins would get together every Boxing Day, to celebrate both Christmas and ‘N’s birthday.
This particular party sticks in my mind because,being terribly thirsty due to running around mad with several cousins, I picked up my mum’s ‘Gin and Orange’ instead of my own glass of orange squash and took a huge glug.
Oh. My. Gosh. It was absolutely disgusting and I couldn’t get rid of the sour taste for ages: the memory of that taste has stayed with me for some 50 odd years.
To cut a long story short I was at the RSC in Stratford-on-Avon with my friend ‘H’ when she persuaded me to try her G&T. I explained my reluctance to try one, recounting the horrid taste of my mums Gin and Orange, and ‘H’ said something like, ‘Oh, Gin and Tonic is nothing like a Gin and Orange, I can understand why you wouldn’t like a Gin and Orange’.
I tried her G&T (Bombay Sapphire and Schweppes Tonic) and…loved it. It was soooo refreshing.
Ever since, I have been a G&T drinker. I really don’t think I’m a big drinker but I have held a couple of ‘Gin Evenings’ at home for different groups of friends, and I like to try different flavours. I guess I do enjoy a gin 5 out of 7 evenings at home around 9pm but that’s not too bad…is it?
However, it appears my friends think I’ve become a bit of a lush since discovering Gin. This Christmas I received several Gin-related gifts.
Hey ho, I’m happy to continue my relationship with my fairly-new found friend…in fact, it’s really only just beGINning!
Ajolopies for the bad joke,
It’s Just (this) Girl’s Thing. Or could it be the start of ‘Mother’s Ruin’ – or am I ‘VirGIN’ (misspelt purposely) on the ridiculous. Doh!!
It’s been a while since I’ve blogged; I’ve been catching up on ’work’, writing a story for a new anthology that a buddy of mine is putting together to raise funds for a charity, and, simply, not in the right place ‘mentally’ to write!
Although we are only on February 9, 2019 has begun in a bad, bad, way for some of the people closest to me.
Not only have several friends been taken ill, but one very good male friend of mine and Tom’s unexpectedly passed away: one Sunday ‘A’ was poorly with flu and the next Sunday he died. It’s not my story to tell, but I urge anyone who has flu-that-lingers – or flu that develops into pneumonia – to get to hospital fast.
The day before ‘A’ passed, the father of my children passed away: he had cancer.
It’s funny how, after many years apart, I’ve felt so many different emotions; grief for the good times we spent together, anger and guilt for various reasons, but mostly sadness. Sadness for my children and sadness for my ex-husband who, like ‘A’, was only 65.
It really has been an emotional roller-coaster.
Thinking I had gotten all the bad and sad news out of the way in January, I met a friend for coffee on Friday. ‘C’ told me her husband has been diagnosed with cancer.
Honestly, you couldn’t make it up could you? They say life is stranger than fiction…
In the middle of so much bad news (I feel like the grim-reaper to be honest) good news and great fun has kept me sane. An old friend has just moved from Lincolnshire (roughly three hours drive from me) to live about eight miles away from my home. I doubt we will be in each other’s pockets – as that’s not the kind of friendship we have enjoyed over the last forty years – but it’ll be nice to see a little more of ‘A’. We met on the platform at Reading Station when joining the Navy back in 1974 – my how time flies eh?
I have also enjoyed two parties for my gorgeous daughter’s 40th birthday. The first was a family lunch on the actual day (sadly, her father died just the day before her birthday).
The second was a much bigger party at her home.
I fear I misbehaved a tad but, ‘What happens in Cheltenham, stays in Cheltenham’…unless you meet two of my very best friends, ‘D’ and ‘L’, who have been doing their best to make me squirm…
I spent last weekend in Cornwall, one of my granddaughter’s lives there and it was her 5th birthday party. Tom and I took two of our other grandchildren down with us and we had great fun. Bumper cars, roller skating, ice-cream at Mevagissy harbour, fish ‘n chip Saturday-supper and a sleepover (aarrgghh) all made the weekend for Sofia’s birthday extra special.
I hope 2019 has started well for you, and long may it continue! The evenings are lighter – or the days are longer – and spring isn’t too far off. Now that I’ve broken the pattern of not blogging, I’ll be speaking to you again soon!
I love a party! Birthday parties, wedding parties, new home parties, going away parties; any old excuse and I’m there.
Last night I partied with about fifty people – some whom I’d never met before, some who I knew very well and others who I knew…but didn’t know what close connections we shared.
The reason for the party was a family reunion. At the end of last year somebody started up a Facebook group called ‘Redditch Past and Present’. A friend of mine send me an invitation to join the group so I accepted; being Redditch born and bred, why would I refuse?
Within weeks a photograph from the mid 1900’s, of a ‘Faggot and Ice Cream’ shop in Beoley Road, Redditch, had been posted up and I (and many others) commented, ‘That’s my (great) grannie’s shop’. My auntie Gill (always a good one to suggest something) commented, ‘Leigh, why don’t you organise a get-together?’
I guess my work-life has been spent organising meetings and conferences. I also love to plan in lots of dinners, trips out, suppers with friends and family meals, into my personal life.
Without really thinking about it I picked a date, posted it on Facebook and arranged a venue – my sister, Jackie, suggested the venue, and I am still questioning why it was me that went to beg the club to let in non-members on a Friday evening??!!
I had no idea how many Lewis’ descendants would actually turn up, so told the manager at the club, ‘It may only be half a dozen, or it could be perhaps twenty’. When approximately fifty arrived I felt a tad guilty at our invasion – I guess we swelled the coffers though so didn’t feel too bad!
Anyway, meeting so many ‘cousins’ – goodness knows how we work out all of the relationships, after all what is my Mum’s cousins, daughter or son to me (see what I mean), but the families physical likenesses were very evident. We all had a fabulous evening and many are making noises about ‘doing it all again’. Now, I do love a party but organising another family reunion…oh, go on then!
Partying like it’s 1999…it’s A Girl Thing in my opinion!
PS thanks to my OH (Tom) for forming the beginnings of the Elizabeth (Wiggett) and Albert Lewis family tree, and TIA to Oliver (nephew), for offering to put this info on some software that we can then send out to all members!