Vowel Mix-up

Up on North Hill my grand-daughter texted? her brother – not with us alas, as he is at Uni.

‘Tell him to keep off cannabis – that skank really messes with your mind.’ I suggested helpfully.

Hilarity all round. Apparently I meant skunk and the other word is one grand mothers shouldn’t use.

The sun came out – a little shyly – but welcome nevertheless, and we could see snow patches on the distant hills and pretend we were in Scotland. We checked on the site of my final resting place – I wanted to be sure they got the correct cleft and it’s not too far from the car park. Back to pick up MTL and we repaired to the Inn at Porlock where we had a lovely chat about our favourite places. Australia came high in the polls and also Florida. They love the people and the wildlife and my son says he feels very young there and his wife feels very slim.

We also discussed the generation gap with regard to attitudes to political correctness and gaffes one can make unthinkingly and how these are judged much more harshly by the young. Then back to a delicious cold lunch prepared by MTL. The young prepared supper with three different types of sausage – venison, pork and apple and pork and leeks, with mash and peas and a great chutney. Only I had room for tarte au citron – but I’m walking again tomorrow.

I’m delighted English Lit is my grand-daughter‘s favourite subject and is just working on Arthur Miller’s ‘View from the Bridge’ and reading Fitzgerald’s ’Tender is the Night.’ for pleasure. I proudly showed her my screen saver photo of Scott and Zelda.