The Chescaster Chronicles
In keeping with the spirit of Magic's Blessing, I am clinging to the hope that the roof will stay on: Under the post, Suffering, I posted this as part of a response some time last week concerning the upcoming visit of my siblings:
'They will time their separate arrivals to coincide as close as is possible, they will shop and then they will shop some more. One sister has a kitchen the size of an aircraft hangar - dad's is the size of a barbie doll house, and she will fill it according to her 747 mindset until you can't move. She won't cook much and what she does cook you wouldn't want to eat but she'll try and we'll go to the chippy on the way home! The bags, the bags! the whole house will look like the departure lounge at Heathrow during an air traffic controller strike. There will be bought all manner of luxury foods and sundries that will eventually end up in the bin or be left in the cupboard for months - anybody want to buy a tin of chestnuts, jar of olives filled with smoked salmon, the kind of things Dad always has on his shopping list!!
And then they will leave with an 'I do feel awful leaving you with all this', the 'this' being the looking-after bit, and I will say that it's OK and not to worry about it, wave them off with a two finger salute and re-enter the portal to begin clearing up the mayhem! What was I saying about unvoiced resentments?..........
Me? I can't wait!'
Well, I waited. At the airport today. So far have seen nothing that would make me alter a word of aforementioned. I left Dad's house shortly after 6.00 this evening after dropping off sister number two from the airport. Sister number one had already shopped and created the souk in the kitchen and suitably reinforced by sister number two's arrival the picture was complete. My father's solicitor was due at 6.30 for some willing business so an effort was made to clear some of the luggage, shopping bags, sewing machine (don't ask). Sister number three slung her hook at this point and she came home to TP and a nice cup of gin. Nobody has so far today been to see Mum.
Lots of love for now
Chesca