Letter from home

Yesterday I did it.

I sat down and wrote to my new MP (Labour in our constituency for the first time since 1832 - which has a spuriously accurate ring to it, so I hope I have remembered it correctly.) 

I wrote to protest at the U.K. government’s tolerance of the atrocities of Israel.

I wrote to our old Tory MP many times, by email. Yesterday I wrote in longhand and covered two sides of A4, and paid for a first class stamp. 

I didn’t plan what I was going to write, I just wrote from the heart, and it was very cathartic. It was terrifically cathartic. I recommend it.

Today we have woken up to snow. This is the view from my studio window.

The roads around here are icy and dangerous so I have cancelled my lunch with Chrissie. I hope we’ll have a FaceTime instead.

I went to MsX’s birthday party on Sunday. She was two. Our other grandchildren are 12, 14, 18 and 20 so it’s a big treat to have a little one in the family again.

It was a family party, and she was the only child. Everyone had taken her presents, but for the first two hours all she was interested in was playing with the helium balloons, and then later, spinning round and round until she was so dizzy she fell over, laughing. She’s a sensation seeker, that girl. 

Our two grandsons are now amazing adults, and Cece and Lux will be adults soon and I expect ( although of course I can’t know) I’ll still be here to see how they turn out. 

This is them in 2018:

This is them now:

By the time MsX is an adult I’ll be over 90, and that fact is really and truly the only thing that makes me want to be still around at that age. I’ve had a good life, and 90 years of it will be enough.