On Friday, a friend hosted a Macmillan coffee morning at her
home. There were pretty cups and saucers, good coffee, delicious cake aplenty,
and a jolly time was had by all. There was no mention of cancer, and no need to
mention cancer, because among us was an unspoken understanding that all present
had been touched by the disease in one way or another. It felt to me like a
silent united force – cake-eaters coming together to enjoy ourselves in defiance
of cancer.
Sunday, 29 September 2013
Monday, 23 September 2013
The self-fulfilling prophecy of social media
What a pretty picture summer painted this year. If social
media is to be believed, my friends and acquaintances have spent their summers
smiling, whether they were crossing continents or raising a glass beneath the twinkly
lights of a garden party. As for we parents in the medley, anyone would think
we were in competition with the sun to kiss the freckled faces of our laughing
children as they hurdled waves on expansive beaches. Illustrated highlights of
the season include granita enjoyed against a Sicilian backdrop, electric eels encountered
beneath the Ionian sea, huitres en famille en Bretagne and happy quantities of
new wine consumed at a Viennese heuriger. The viewing has been a vicarious delight,
and equipped me with some inspiration for next year’s holiday.
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