Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Tuesday, 3 September 2013
The beginning of the end
It is one of those wonderful, misty mornings when you first smell Autumn in the air, and the air is so still that the smell of breakfast being cooked in a nearby hotel drifted into our compact but adorable city apartment at about 7.30 this morning.
You just know that the mist will dissipate by 11.00, and it will get quite warm in the low sunshine. I hope this sort of pattern goes on through September and October, when I go off on the first mushroom hunt of the season and the leaves have turned brown.
I was just shutting the computer down last night before going to bed, when I heard Green-Eyes shout my name from the street below. I looked out of the window and saw her looking up, together with two friends who I have also known since they were small children, and I went down to let them in.
One of them had forgotten to take out her I.D. so they had been refused entry into a pub and decided to visit me and drink my wine instead. They brought their own chips though.
We laughed in whispers in the kitchen, as H.I. had gone to bed quite a while before. At least I assumed she had gone to bed, because when I woke up at the kitchen table (it's a bad habit) she was not there.
One of the girls told us how she had visited a 'ping-pong ball' night-club when in Thailand, and the meaning of this had to be explained to the other two, sweet and innocent things that they are - not. (Come to think of it, I was recently surprised to hear G.E. shout a cheery, "Love you long-time!" to a female friend as she left a shop, and I had to explain to her the Thai origins of this greeting/promise. She had no idea.)
I wondered what a 19 year-old girl was doing in such a place, but she explained that she had been more or less dragged in by a group of boys and was the only girl in the party. The mechanics of these tricks were discussed, and she said that the other trick of the night was a 50 year-old woman who took in a glass of clear water, then expressed what appeared to be a whole bottle of Coca Cola. Kids grow up so fast these days, don't they?
I let them out and said goodbye to the three of them, and - it being the start of September - I will probably not see Green-Eyes again for quite a while, as she goes straight to college in London when she gets back from a festival in Croatia. She is itching to fly the nest, but it's going to be a bit of a blow to her mother, and the rest of us.
There's always a melancholic aspect to Autumn, but what is the beginning of the end to one generation is the start of a new beginning to the next one, I suppose. I'm going to miss her.