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Snap, Crackle and Pop

          There’s been a new addition to my garden, a huge blast from the past, a concrete rabbit from my Mum and Dad’s garden.

2012-12. Snap.

          Do little boys name their teddies and toys ?  I don’t believe the rabbit has a name, if it does I don’t remember hearing it in all these years so I’m going to give it a name now , I’m going to call it Snap.

          Ok, let me explain … Snap’s story goes back to when my Dad was a little boy, further back than his memory cares to take him.  My Grandad who I’ve always known as Pop, made two concrete rabbits to sit in their garden.  My Dad can’t remember how they were made, he just can’t remember a time when they weren’t there.

          The two rabbits used to live in the little concreted area just outside of the back door at Nana and Pop’s house, it wasn’t a large area, sort of the size you would have as a patio or decking area on a house today.  To the left as you looked out of the back door was a raised concrete platform, bearing in mind this memory is from my childhood when everything was bigger and better, I believe there used to be two steps to the side of it, or possibly three, and I have confuddled memories of both climbing onto it and stepping easily up to the platform, a raised stage, hidden from the outside world – I gave many a spotlighted performance on that stage.

          The two (or three) steps led up to a small gate which had the rest of the garden behind it, a garden which stretched for miles and had wonderful colours of all shapes and sizes as far as the eye could see, well, as far as my eyes could see, bearing in mind again I was only very small.

          The two rabbits used to move around the patio area, every time we visited they would be in a different place and I would go out to find them, I spent ages just smoothing them and talking to them, oh the stories and secrets they could tell if they had a mind to.

          As the years moved on, the rabbits were lost somewhere in the murky memories in my head until one day pretty recently when they suddenly surfaced again.  My own rabbit, “Alice“, and “Rabbitt” before her, have pretty much eaten the bottom two feet of my back garden so I’ve had to think “outside of the box” to add some colour and interest.  I was looking at some small stone animals to place on our patio and one day said to my Dad, “whatever happened to Pop’s two rabbits” …

          “I’ve got them, they’re in my garden”

          Wow, music to my ears, but try as I might, I couldn’t persuade him to part with them so that they could come and live with me, I just resigned myself to waiting until it was my turn … until Mum and Dad came up to visit this weekend, I’m sure my face would have said it all when I was called out the back to see what they’d brought me.

          Snap has at some stage had a coat of many different colours, my Dad has used a sand-blaster to remove most of them and return him to his former glory.  He’s also lost one of his feet, another reason why the name Snap suits him so well.  Dad says Snap’s foot has been missing for a long time and he doesn’t know what happened to it, but I’m sure there’s another memory in the murky depths of a little girl cuddling a concrete rabbit which was far too heavy for her and dropping it on its foot, followed by a Nana taking the little girl into the kitchen and giving her a treat to stop her from being too upset about it.

          Here’s a picture of my Grandad, “Pop” , and maybe one day I can take a picture of the second rabbit coming to live in my garden too, and I’ll name him Crackle.

35.) Pop.

Golden Wedding

          50 years is a long time to be married.

          As well as the congratulations the marriage jokes come to the surface again “If I’d murdered her instead of marrying her I’d be free by now” …   “when you marry you put a down payment with the ring and then pay for the rest of your live” and then of course there’s the “mother-in-law” jokes, hundreds of them.  But that still doesn’t take anything away from the fact that 50 years of marriage is quite an achievement.

          I remember a tv interview where the husband celebrating his Golden Wedding was asked to share his secret for a long and happy marriage,  his advice was just to use two little words, and to use them often … “yes dear”


Happy 50th

Wedding Anniversary

Mum & Dad

Perfect shopping

          I’m a bit of a perfectionist.  No, I’m a lot of a perfectionist.  It’s a trait I’ve inherited via my Dad from my Grandad.  One of his favourite quotes was “If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing well … and if it’s not worth doing well, then it’s not worth doing at all”.

          Unfortunately, this philosophy isn’t conducive to a good wardrobe of clothes. I very rarely find something I really like so I don’t buy clothes very often. I like what I’ve got and I’ll wear it to death before it finally abandons me.

          I also don’t like spending money on anything which isn’t worth every penny to me, don’t get me wrong, if I find something which I see as perfect, I’ll spend way over the odds to get it, I know I must have clothes, but it really goes against the grain spending money on something I don’t deem as perfect so I don’t see the point in spending much on an item of clothing which will sit in the wardrobe and gather dust on the coat hanger.  Thrifty I call it, Stingy my Eldest daughter called it yesterday while shopping.

          I have two events coming up, first a wedding at a music festival, and second a holiday in the sun and I literally don’t have enough clothes to  go away for a week without having to wash and iron the contents of a case for the second half of the week so I was forced into a shopping trip as a need rather than a want.  Eldest daughter came with me, her company and patience was very much appreciated, I can only imagine how frustrating I am to shop with and she is the only person who will still go with me. 

          Two weeks ago, or maybe it was three, we went to Banbury for the day where in the whole day I managed to buy two blouses and a pair of wellies in total all day (then managed to leave one of the blouses on a bench at the side of the canal).  Of course, this ruined the shopping mood and we came home, missing the one train and just sitting on the platform for the second rather than re-visiting the shops.

          Shopping trip round two was yesterday, in Oxford.  This time we spent all day in and out of shops and came away with a pair of jeans and another two tops, Hubby threw his hands up in the air in despair when he saw how little we’d bought.

          I did buy another pair of strange socks though which will make me smile again as I wear them, and I’m very, very appreciative of my shopping partner.