This morning I started looking for a French textbook, as the holidays will soon be over and my little Chinese boy will be having lessons again. I dragged some of my stuff (top photo) from the depths of the storeroom and started sorting through in the laundry end.
Poor Grandma - the Japanese one - came downstairs with a load of washing and nearly dropped her bundle when she saw the mess.
After a few hours of oohing and aahing over Philip's kinder drawings, I looked weakly at all the letters I've ever received, letters written by my father to my mother in the late 1940s, French lessons from the Saturday morning classes I started in 1974, university essays, dozens of framed photos, diplomas, degrees, certificates, several photo albums, knick-knacks given to me as presents over the years, vases, a pair of crystal candlesticks, numerous bags saved from shopping, etc, etc.
No French textbook was to be found. But I did find some photos of my grandmother's grave, the one I visited the other day in Brisbane. It was before grandfather died, with the bottom of the headstone blank.
I started putting certain things into the bathroom for further sorting. Then I lost interest. Easier to go and watch the tennis.
I need to add that not all the stuff in the storeroom is mine. Most of it belongs to Philip and family. Untidiness obviously runs in the family.
Poor Grandma - the Japanese one - came downstairs with a load of washing and nearly dropped her bundle when she saw the mess.
After a few hours of oohing and aahing over Philip's kinder drawings, I looked weakly at all the letters I've ever received, letters written by my father to my mother in the late 1940s, French lessons from the Saturday morning classes I started in 1974, university essays, dozens of framed photos, diplomas, degrees, certificates, several photo albums, knick-knacks given to me as presents over the years, vases, a pair of crystal candlesticks, numerous bags saved from shopping, etc, etc.
No French textbook was to be found. But I did find some photos of my grandmother's grave, the one I visited the other day in Brisbane. It was before grandfather died, with the bottom of the headstone blank.
I started putting certain things into the bathroom for further sorting. Then I lost interest. Easier to go and watch the tennis.
I need to add that not all the stuff in the storeroom is mine. Most of it belongs to Philip and family. Untidiness obviously runs in the family.
1 comment:
Here they are!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJwN4PQv_So&feature=youtu.be
And for any case I'll send you the link via email.
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