I heard some wonderful news.
My friend’s beautiful daughter, who I have known since she was a couple of day’s old – I can still so clearly picture her dear little face, a swaddling bundle in her mother’s arms – is starting at Cambridge this week. Reading English, thank you very much.
I’m as proud and happy as I could be if she were my own daughter.
Clara Collingwood I mean you xxx
I found this out when I rang Clara’s (CLARA! YOO HOO!) mother, to thank her for sending me the link to a piece she’d written years five ago about not listening to tweens telling you need to be like the cool mums…
Jane had read my post on here about Peggy doing that and thought it might make me smile. It most certainly did.
Better still, it’s full of really sound wisdom why I shouldn’t give in to my tweenager’s demands. And I reckon Jane’s kids give her approach to child rearing more than a little credence.
And completing the circle, I met Jane at St Andrews where we went to university. It makes me so happy when I hear of young ones starting out on that adventure, because that’s where you make your friends for life.
Jane still makes me cry with laughter. We share so many memories we speak in a code of mutual references. It means a lot that we know each other’s parents and as well each other’s children.
That’s Jane top left in the picture. I’m on the right with our friend Josephine Fairley (who lives three streets from me now) in the middle. If I remember correctly we were on our way to Raffaella Barker and Hugh St Clair’s wedding some time in the late 1980s.
It was a coincidence that we were wearing co-ordinating outfits… Look at Jane’s wonderful hat.
How I love my friends.
Here’s a link to the article.