...I don't really have anything of import to impart!
But equally that won't stop us will it.
I have a hot pot of coffee
and a chocolate cake big enough to drown in! Let us dive in!
School holidays are an odd impossibility of time, aren't they? Time stretched, warped, wrapped itself round about and inside out. A Moment lasting forever. A whole day, at once, can seem a blink of eye, or an eternity.
As a child, the summer holidays were a life time. Stretched out before you, seemingly never ending. September a misty land only spoken of in adult myth.
The buzzy, calm of warm breezes; the smell of freshly mown grass; the sheer enormity of the world when viewed from the perspective of a My Little Pony!
We were fairie Queens or Rulers of Our Own Space Planet...each with a totally fabulous and unique indigenous space outfit!
We were Soldiers on exercise, in training. We roamed, whizzed and glided on a variety of wheeled vehicles: roller boots, bikes, Fiona Fraser's trailer and the girls next door skateboard!
We were the characters from Worst Witch, riding our "brooms"(bikes) side saddle or perfumiers bottling the scents of summer with concoctions of rose petal water and daisies! Did rosehip seeds really bring on intense itching if shoved down the back of a lad's t-shirt?
Club meetings held in the garage!
Secret pass words and invisible ink. Being in or out and the indignation of "Pippa" across the road throwing a strop and taking her walkie talkies home with her.
As I sit and look now from my lofty heights of 5ft 1 and 32 years, to the untrained eye, what can be seen is one large unholy mess. But really look closer, closer still...squint your eyes, conjure up nine year old you. There is a fort in the couch cushions; aviation experiments in the pile of scrap paper emptied on the kitchen floor; a taste moment, a memory formed, the only remaining physical evidence, the chocolatey finger prints on the white wall; the wooden hill to Bedfordshire, being scaled by the Lego man, his endeavours halted by Daddy stepping on him in bare feet, before coffee!
So, instead I calmly sip my coffee, marvel at their ingenuity and imaginative super powers. I dream of summer holidays gone and thank my lucky stars that I don't have to share toys with Fiona Fraser anymore!