They say truth is stranger than fiction; sometimes, it’s on par.
I laughed when I saw this cartoon, for something similar once happened to my mother.
Forty years ago, we had just moved to Runcorn and Mum had met our new next door neighbours but no one else. She answered the door one morning and there stood a strange woman, holding a plate containing an egg and two bacon rashers.
Stranger: Can you please help me? I’m a bit short for my breakfast; have you got a sausage to lend me?
[Bemused] Mum: Um, erm, sure, yes, hold on a sec.
Later that day, Mum saw our next door neighbour and told her all about the strange breakfast-begging woman.
[Laughing] Neighbour: Oh, that was Irene*. Don’t worry about it: she came to me for the beans!
Irene and her family eventually moved to a better part of town, into a large, posh house. I wonder how many neighbours’ sausages helped to pay for it?
*Names changed to preserve privacy: ‘Irene’ is still alive; no doubt living on the neighbours’ Overnight Blueberry French Toast (breakfast has changed a lot in forty years).
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Yes, I have a life exactly like yours.
I think Jackson Pollock says it best:
This was a fun exercise, found here (via Vivinfrance; thanks Viv). Take the same headings as mine and write a six-word memoir for each one. You can be as honest or as vague as you like.
Best Advice Given Or Gotten:
Don’t put it down, but away.
Eighteen: my parents set me free.
Forty: my age set me free.
Tree up together; tree down: mother.
Everybody’s home; everybody eats; everybody laughs.
A Memorable Meal:
The Spur: Christmas Dinner. Steak sucks.
Two brothers; one older; one younger.
Eldest Child: Pool. Slip. Alert friend.
Youngest Child: biltong: slap: sore back.
The Trip That Changed My Life:
First flight to South Africa. Sigh.
What A Child Taught Me:
We’re polite to strangers, not family.
Revenge Is Sweet:
But it belongs to the Lord.
The Worst Mistake I’ve Ever Made:
Paid ten cents: saw modern art.
Met Very Young:
My husband; our marriage matured us.
Growing Old Together:
We’re grey, cuddly and in love.
My Life Overall:
Has been happier than many another.