We Were
Missed
We're back
from the big city and my son, Breon, hurls himself in my arms.
"Thank god you're home".
When we
left four days earlier, he had assured us that he would be fine.
“I’m almost
18, go, I'll be fine. I need the peace and quiet".
We went to
the trade show confident of his and the house and its contents wellbeing,
Being the
good mother I am I called home at least 3 times a day and he seemed perfectly
ok. What dread had he been keeping from me, what hidden terror had he endured?
"I was
so bored. The dog was bored, the cats were bored. We were bored”.
I was
confused, the last I knew the husband and myself were, and I quote “Middle
aged, bourgeois, olive eating, wine guzzling, Archers listening, sweater
wearers”. Surely our absence would have
made his life less boring. Maybe my commitment to finish work by 5.40 each
evening, leave my upstairs office and catch the last 20 minutes of Pointless is
a daily highlight after all. And the husband’s varied and charming knitted
jumpers might have added more pizzazz to the day than we realised.
After more
probing I discover that he quite likes talking to us even if it is to wind me
up on his new ideas for an anarchistic Cornish state.
It also
turned out that he'd not turned the heating on all the time we were away, scared
that he'd burn the house down. I think he took our health and safety power
point presentation too much to heart. Still As long as he bends his knees when
he lifts heavy objects our time wasn't wasted. The fact that we have central
heating which I like to think is the safest of heating units and now we
have a condenser boiler the most cost effective – see fascinating, not boring
at all.
Weren't you
cold I asked?
"It's
alright. I'm tough, I've got to get used
to it when I leave home"
I did point
out that he was probably going to Bath University not Yak herding in Outer
Mongolia.
The animals
too celebrated our homecoming.
Our dog Maggie
jumped and down for a quarter of an hour and bought us a selection of favourite
toys so delighted was she at the wanderers return. When I went to bed Stevie
Piglet, the smaller of the kittens, was beside himself, meowing, nuzzling,
poddling he'd obviously missed us too. He spent the whole night sitting on my
head, purring into my ear so much so I had many vivid dreams of myself in a
speedboat driven by TV comedian, David Mitchell. Why not Daniel Craig? I'd have
to investigate my subconscious, but Mr Mitchell is a few years younger than me
so that makes me a dream cougar. Go me!
In all I
felt oddly flattered to be so yearned for, to have our presence missed. May be
we are the centre of the universe after all.
We've been
doing some publicity photos this week with my old friend Mike Newman from Ocean
Image. I enjoy these days as Mike knows anyone who's anyone in Cornwall and
brings me up to date with the local news. The new colours I've introduced to
our palette, Cornish Earth and Autumn Teal have been utilised in our existing
designs and I'm keen to show how all our fabrics can be used together as
they've been selected to complement each other. The photos also include one of
my favourite themes I have used over the years, Staffordshire pottery. I
specially love the Staffordshire Spaniel dogs. They come in various sizes and
colours but are enormously cute and can work well in an eclectic vintage or
traditional setting. They have long been an iconic image of the Victorian
parlour and until about 15 years ago were still quite costly now they cost
anything from £15 – £75 online or at auction. They are also becoming very fashionable
so keep it to yourself.