I’m very conscious of not wanting these posts to remind anyone of those vomitous ‘my-perfect-life’ Instagram accounts. So I’m going to start off with some of the less great things that happened today.
I had a set to with my darling 12 year old daughter. In public. She wanted to go round to the house of a girl we don’t know, on her own, to an unspecified address. You can imagine the script.
You’re only going if I take you.
You don’t love me. You don’t want me to be happy. Why aren’t you like the cool parents?
OK, who’s got cool parents?
X, Y and Z
Fine. When you come home you can start packing.
YOU HATE ME.
I spent ages making blinis (yeast and everything) to go with the tube of salmon ‘caviar’ I brought back from Sweden.
They looked perfect but tasted awful and the family hated the whole thing.
It was a day of such shimmering beauty it gave me angst I couldn’t carpe it enough unless I went on a 20 mile hike, or danced round a May pole, neither of which I did. I wasted it doing stupid chores, arguing with my daughter in the sunshine and making horrible food.
So, now on to the good bits:
When I collected my daughter from the friend’s house she said sorry in such a genuine, sincere way I forgot it all.
We snuggled on the sofa and watched Bad Education together, complicitly because it is a bit rude and daddy would not approve. We laughed so much we fell off the sofa.
It was impossible to tell where the sky ended and the glassy sea began.
A neighbour knocked on the door and volunteered to help with the campaign we are fighting to protect an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty in our town. He’s a big and real retired lawyer.
I made an apple pie I would happily serve to Bill Granger.