This is how it went – not huge numbers of people but those who came were those who meant something to us and who we’ll stay in touch with should we move. I did a roll-call of the absent. These were in 3 categories: dead, ill or on holiday (that reminds me, for some obscure reason, of the rhyme “Solomon Grundy” which is a sort of companion piece to “Monday’s child”. I shall reprint it later.) Anyway, Noel brought one of these flash-looking white marquees; plus some excellent puddings.
116th sonnet by Shakespeare “Let me not unto the marriage of true minds admit impediment” (Mark to me)
Corintians – that one about love. I think it’s in Four Weddings and a Funeral (Mark to me)
The Good-Morrow by John Donne (me to Mark)
2 others by Steve including one by Phillip Sidney – I’m going to ask him what they were
One lovely one by Holly
I shall put it all on the web site.
yesterday. So now I’m 51. Actually feel quite good about entering this phase of my life.
Born on Monday
Christened on Tuesday
Married on Wednesday
Took ill on Thursday
Worse on Friday
Died on Saturday
Buried on Sunday
And that was the end of Solomon Grundy
It’s about the shortness of life, plus all the different phases like Jacques speech in “As you like it” (you know, “All the world’s a stage” – that one.)
I once wrote a novel on this theme. A woman was stuck in a nuclear bunker (I wrote it in the eighties) and to keep from going mad, she writes her memories, one phase of her life for each day she is there. Monday is her earliest memories, Tuesday, childhood, and so on. On Sunday she realises it’s all been a mistake – she was working in the fairly new science of thought research in the Museum of Thought – and comes out of the bunker.
I really should rewrite it but at the moment I am cannibalising it for short stories. One of these is called A Saturday Afternoon in the Museum of Thought
T-t-t-t-t-that’s all folks!
Long post today cos I’ve been away!
See you tomorrow!