March 21st, 2004


Trip to Nostalgia

This weekend I drove to see my Dad and step mum in Petersfield. In the car I put on my tape of Tori Amos - Under The Pink, followed on the same tape by Prodigy - The Experience (well it worked in my mind). The trip itself was quite nostalgic in that I used to listen to that tape while driving around at the weekends to visit various people.

My Dad and step mum were holding a leaving party; they are selling up and have bought a house in France to renovate and turn into a Bed and Breakfast. At the party were relatives and some old family friends; some of whom I haven't seen properly since I was 10. Chatting away to them was a big blast from the past. One person in particular was very pleased to see what I'd done with my life and we talked about the difficulties facing today's job hunters; his children who I used to play with. I have fond memories of playing in their old house when I was a kid; it's construction was such that you could run around and around the ground floor endlessly, no doubt winding them up.. and the close where they lived had some wonderful cycle paths and other children playing.

After I'd spoken to everyone I realised I didn't have much more to say. I felt uncomfortable hanging around to go to sleep so I decided to drive to my mum's and stay there.

It's been one of those strange weekends and I feel a bit off balance. I've enjoyed my time driving around but I'm also grateful to be back in what is sort of feeling like my place and relaxing. Soon I expect kissycat1000 and Tianna will come charging in and change the dynamic of my mood which is quite reflective and solitary at the moment. When it comes it will be a welcome interruption.
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Sad family news

My mother beeby just called to let me know her father, my grandfather, died this afternoon. He was a brilliant man who was recognised not only for his amazing contributions to electrical engineering; the most prominent of which was helping to develop the PAL colour system we use in the UK for television, but also for helping to raise his children and enjoy his grandchildren with his wife until she died some 10 years ago. I remember playing chess with him when I was young (and eventually winning too!), breaking his anniversary clock and anything else I could get my hands on, mowing his lawn and generally being a kid. I remember his pipe and the smell of his pipe tobacco, his mannerisms and mock surprise at our jokes, not getting our jokes at all and being told off by my mother for not humouring us. I remember his house, with the creaky floorboards and stairs.

He died, they think, from a heart attack as he was driving and turning a corner in his car. The car crashed into a 3 foot high wall; no one else was involved and they think it was quick. There will be a post mortem and probably a burial next to his wife.

That's the last of my grandparents now. He was the oldest at 92, and funnily enough the only smoker. My mother asked me if I wanted his wedding ring.
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