Never Stop Topping-Up The Memory Jar…

Hi All

I guess when you get to a certain age your ‘memory’ jar is pretty full, but surprisingly that jar can always accommodate more, and that’s what I’ve been doing over the last ten days – topping up the memory jar.

We attended a wedding in Cornwall ten days ago and the greatest memory retained from this was the memory of laughter. It never stopped. Put the right people together and it’s a done deal. The down-side to this is just how much my ribs ached afterwards, and still do.

I have always had a strong bond with my cousin, Dawn, and when the two of us are together we find the whole world hilarious. And when we can’t laugh at the world we laugh at ourselves. One incident will remain at the top of my memory jar for a long time. If you don’t like toilet humour then read no further.

Yep, thought so, you’re still reading!

During the reception I needed to leave the hotel and go back to the car to find some flatter shoes. Everyone else seemed to manage on heels (that doesn’t include Richard, obviously) but I couldn’t, and each time I stepped on the grass my heels sunk in and my feet left my shoes behind, which for some reason I found hilarious, but then I’ll laugh at pretty much anything. As we left the hotel, Dawn turned to me and discreetly mumbled, ‘I need a trump.’

I was bloody surprised because I’ve known her for a while and to date she has never shared this sensitive kind of info’ with me. I was looking understandably astounded as we pushed through the door, leading out onto the beautifully landscaped gardens, when Dawn turned to me and announced, ‘I’ve trumped!’

I turned to her, requiring clarification, and said, ‘You’ve trumped?’

Suddenly she wasn’t there. Her legs buckled and she collapsed in a heap on the gravel. One of her shoes winged away into the bushes and she was prostrate on the ground. I (we) laughed so hard that I did exactly the same thing…but without the falling over bit. Her tights were torn and her knee was bleeding – which made us howl – and she couldn’t get up – which made it even funnier.10579222_10204828446254830_587700490_n

Eventually I managed to get her on her feet and we cackled our way to the car, doubled over and hysterical. I’ll tell you something – I have no idea how she managed to pass wind so privately and yet it still managed to blow her off her feet.

Richard came looking for us at one point but he never found us. He said he could hear us hysterically guffawing in the bushes but he couldn’t find the right bush. I don’t think there’s an answer to that?

I must add that at this point neither of us had been on the falling down water. Seemed Dawn didn’t need it.

Another memory was founded at the weekend when Jake and Grace (grand kiddies) came over for the day.  We trotted off down the road and into the fields at the back of the house, where there are dozens of blackberry brambles with ripe, ready-to-pick fruit. They each had a bowl and Grace (3) picked the lower berries and Jake (7) picked the higher. I picked fruit at the next level up and we sent Richard into the brambles to get those that none of us could reach. The sun was shining and all was well with the world. At one point I stood back and watched them, chatting away excitedly about picking as many as they could so that we could make jam. Jake instructing Grace, ‘You need MORE than that, doesn’t she Grandma?’ They were totally absorbed and there wasn’t a PC game or the equivalent in sight. Everything was free – and fun. I shall hold the memory of little blackberry-stained fingers and mouths for many years – possibly always.2014-08-25 12.04.41

Some memories remain when you wish that they wouldn’t. Last night I was tapping away on the old laptop talking to my friend Deb McEwan, (If you fancy reading something poles apart from what I write take a look at Deb’s books…http://www.debbiemcewansbooks.com/) when there was an almighty thud behind me. It sounded like Richard had thrown the sofa across the room.

‘What the eff was that?’ I yelled. (Ladylike as ever, hey?)

Silence.

‘Richard!’

More silence.

‘Richard!’

‘Me,’ he whimpered.

Amazing how such a big bloke can have such a tiny whimper when he’s in the wrong.

‘I tripped…I’ve spilt my wine.’

‘Well you hadn’t better have spilt it on my rug?’ I warned, still tapping away on the PC.

‘I’ve spilt it everywhere,’ he announced, sounding rather too brave and proud of the fact for my liking.

‘What?’ I bellowed, getting up from the computer to discover that the wine he had been carrying was now all up my recently purchased curtains, the wall, the rug, the floorboards and the French doors – and it was his homemade red wine at that!

‘Why are you so bloody stupid?’ I bawled, pointlessly, because I know why he’s so bloody stupid. He practises being stupid on an hourly basis.

‘I got my foot stuck in my trouser hem and tripped,’ he said.

‘Why are you walking around with a glass of wine in your hand anyway?’ I was still shouting, which wasn’t doing my recently acquired sore throat much good. In fact, I truly believe that the sore throat is a leftover from all that laughing at Dawn, a week ago.

‘I was coming to wash the pots,’ he said’

‘WITH A GLASS OF WINE IN YOUR HAND?’

Needless to say, it was me who had to swab the bloody curtains. I’ve told him if they stain he can go and buy some more.

So, another memory.

Well, it takes all kinds, hey?

Take care my lovelies x

 

 

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17 thoughts on “Never Stop Topping-Up The Memory Jar…

  1. Gail, I have both laughed, cried and laughed again at this blog. The laughing bits are obvious, and the cryng bit is about the grands’ blackberry stained hands. My eyes are still wet so, trying to type this is worse than usual. Been a bad mornin, been a pretty shitty (apologiea) week than usual. But thanks for l th augjing bit, they made up a bit for my depression this morning a fighting on the telephone with people who won’t budge and do not wnt to undeerstn. Very frustrated!!!!!!!!!!!!! But agaim, thanks for the laughter.
    Evelyn

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  2. Oh bless you Evelyn, I was a bit unsure about posting the ‘toilet humour’ bit in case it blew my image (hahaha) but I think I may have already done that in previous posts. Sad to hear of your trials so I’m sending you joy and positivity. xx

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      • Urr let me think about that – no thanks 🙂 (re runner beans).

        All is well in Landy land, other than that Mud now thinks he may have used the wrong green for Bonnies bonnet flag – ooops. Being OCDish in his tendencies and a perfectionist, the mere thought that he may have used the wrong green is driving him mad ……

        And my comment was definitely a compliment 🙂 xx

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  3. What can I say? It just goes to show that there’s something about everyone that we don’t know haha. Loved the holiday, loved the wedding and adore you (miss mischief) my knee is starting to heal now, but hey Ho! As they say…its all in the game. Memory jar has had its lid left open, and it is waiting for more Jennie humour. Love Dawn (yes it is I in the blog who disgraced herself) x

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  4. It seems like we’ve been on a similar journey this summer – grandkids, gardening and weddings. I love the idea of a memory jar and mine is stuffed this summer. More grist for the writing mill – right?

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    • Definitely Francis. Other than picking the produce, and doing something with it, my next ‘gardening’ task will be pulling out the finished plants etc. Then the garden can rest and hopefully all start up again next year…and take up even more time? But I’m pretty sure you’ll agree that it’s worth it? xx

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