Thursday, 4 September 2014



Explore Nature with them, go for long walks in the forest, put on wellies, walk through streams and experience a whole new world.
Fly kites.
Go cycling and roller-blading by the river.
Bake cakes and cookies with them, let them lick the spoon, the bowl and get chocolate and dough all over their faces.
Make pizza with them and let them choose the ingredients.
Answer their questions about The Facts Of Life and don't be offended when they get bored and ask if there are any biscuits left in the tin.
Read 'Winnie Ther Poo" to them, do all the voices and try not to wet your knickers, laughing.
Read them 'Ayn Bylton's' (Enid Blyton's) Famous Five stories and try not to be snarky about those pompous kids.
Plough through the Harry Potter books, revel in The Hobbit and breathe a sigh of relief when they are old enough to read "The Lord of the Rings" by themselves.
Laugh with them at "The Simpsons, South Park, Scrubs ..." and try not to scream and gag during "Game of Thrones".
Try to keep a straight face when your 14-year-old son tells you what a vibrator is and that it's designed for men! (Or is there something I should know?).
Sit up with them all night when they're little and unable to sleep because of a bad cough, tummy-ache, some childhood malady.
Entertain them with shadow-puppet shows when you're propped-up in bed with migraine and their dad 'can't cope' any more.
Lie in the dentist's chair with them on your lap and hold their hand while they're getting a filling. 
Stand up to their teachers when they are being unreasonable (the teachers). Try not to laugh when an outraged teacher calls, on a hot summer day, to request that you pick your son up from school because he is dripping wet, having "fallen into the swimming pool, fully-clothed, and he might catch a cold!???!". (Failed, miserably on that one!).
Don't tell your son that you know he jumped in to impress his friends, or that you did something similar at his age - to impress a Boy.
Tell them that the puppy fat will disappear soon enough and that girls WILL fancy them before too long.
Let them have days off from school, just for the sake of it.
Get up at 3 am and pick them up, freezing, drunk, or freezing AND drunk after a party and unable to get a taxi.
Drive their friends home through snow and icy streets, because their parents refuse to come leave their warm beds to pick them up.
Send your 'boyfriend' home, just when things are getting interesting, in response to a phone-call at 10 pm, informing you that your son is blind drunk and thinks he is going to die.
Place son in your new car, with the help of several strong young men, and drive him home, holding his head out of the window so that he doesn't puke over the upholstery.
Call said 'boyfriend' and drag him out of bed to come and help get drunken, leaden son out of the car and into bed.
Refrain from telling them how unfunny their drunken, repeated jokes are, especially at 3 o'clock in the morning and encourage them to go to bed and sleep it off. Promise them pancakes in the morning.
Never let-on if you don't like their friends and, later, girlfriends.
Welcome their friends into your home, even if they give you goose-bumps.
Admit to them that you were wrong and APOLOGISE (but don't grovel).
Let them know that you are not perfect.
Listen, with interest, to their music, even if it's not to your taste.
Listen, without comment, when they complain about the girlfriend you don't like. 
Try not to enthuse too much about the girlfriends you do like unless you are absolutely sure they are going to marry them. 
Try not to embarress them in front of their friends (impossible!). 
Don't fuss when they end up in hospital with alcohol poisoning or when you have to collect them from the local police station in the wee hours of the morning. 
Tell the police that, of course, you will punish them severely, then take them out for an ice-cream or a drink (depending on their age) and have a gentle chat about things. Don't panic when they show up at school (the one where you happen to be a teacher) stoned, or disturb you in the middle of a lesson to tell you that their girlfriend is pregnant.
Don't bore them with tales of your childhood and youth-hood, unless they really want to hear them. 
When they are pissed-off with you and go and live with their dad and don't contact you for weeks, or months, let them be and give them the space to come back in their own sweet time. 
When they do return, don't grovel with gratitude and do their laundry for them! 
When they tell you that they want to become Buddhist, convert to Islam, have become Atheists just say: "Alright, darling. That sounds interesting".
Tell them you still love your ex-husband (their dad) even if you feel like kicking him and his balls to the moon!
Let them know that you love them and will always be there for them, but don't love them too much and let them walk over you.
Don't try to be their 'friend'. They will have friends-a-plenty, but they only have two parents.
Don't try to clip their burgeoning wings when they start peeking over the edge of the nest. 
Shed a private tear, let them fly, then pour yourself a glass of good wine and light up a cigarette (should you be so inclined). Pump up the volume, dance to YOUR music and look forward to the time when they come to visit as young adults, perhaps bringing 'wives' and grandchildren.

Ah! Grandchildren:

'Explore Nature with them, go for long walks in the forest ...'



Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Avril

We were room-mates in the Lahnhöhe Clinic near Koblenz, 2008, taking time-out to reflect on the paths our lives were taking. When I arrived, she was hidden under a pile of bedclothes. Within a few minutes, we were perched on our respective beds, excalaiming at the fact that we shared the same star sign (Cancer) and were both passionate knitters. We had a great time, with lots of laughs and funny moments. One was after we had visited a local yarn store and sat on our beds, revelling in our purchases. The 'Chefarzt' (Big Boss Doctor) wandered into our room by mistake, saying: "Oooh, it smells wonderful here", at which we both inwardly chortled, because the bran-based diet which they offered there tended to produce anything but pleasant odours. "Would you like us to teach you how to knit?', I quipped. "No, thanks", he replied, but sat down and made himself at home. Then he suddenly realised what he was doing, and left. Our laughter followed him down the corridor.

Avril and I stayed sporadically in contact during the ensuing years and it intensified in the year leading up to the discovery of my nasty tumour. We phoned every day, sometimes twice. She was the first person I phoned after my doctor called me from his cell phone to tell me he had booked a bed for me at the local hospital and that, no ... I could not postpone because I wanted to go for a long bike ride with Daggi the next day and then had translation deadlines to meet.
Avril's response was: "Krankeit als Weg, Anne-Claire! Krankheit als Weg!" She was quoting the title of a fascinating book: http://www.amazon.de/Krankheit-als-Weg (Illness as a Path) which describes the psychological causes of various illnesses.
 "This is your Chance!", she cried. Her words stayed with me during the ensuing events which overtook me.  I phoned her, often, during the following months until it got to be too much for her and she shouted at me to pull myself together: "Anne-Claire - you ARE a strong woman! You will get through this! I have my own shit to deal with. I can't take care of you and repeat myself any more. Anti-depressants won't help you, being scared won't help you. YOU and only YOU can get yourself out of this hole!
I felt hurt, although I knew she was right. Even though she sent me a wonderful postcard: “30 Things Which Improve Your Life.  I didn't contact her again until I was on the mend and, bless her, she was not offended by my sulk.  I spontaneously invited her to come and stay with me for  week, and here she is ... helping me to give my house and my life a thorough Feng Shui clean out while allowing me to give her my penny's worth in return. I was nervous about her visit because we hadn’t seen each other since the four weeks we spent together as room-mates and things were not always harmonious between us – but I needn’t have worried.
When I arrived at the airport to pick her up, there was not a soul in sight. I went to Information and asked them to page her then wandered back into the arrival ‘lounge’. A few seconds later I heard her familiar voice as she emerged from the ‘Ladies’ Room’. “Anne-Claire!!! – I was just in the loo, touching up my lipstick. I got to Hamburg airport hours too early and allowed myself a massage – it was amazing!”  “Oh, thank God!”, I said. “You told me you had gained loads of weight, and there I was, wondering how I could diplomatically tell you that you look just fine. You look GREAT! And she did, wearing a lovely dress, in her style, with a long knitted cardigan (not one of her own wonderful creations, but gorgeous,all the same). The few remaining airport staff beamed at us. I almost expected them to give us a round of applause, in true Hollywood movie-style, but they were pretty restrained, telling them they looked forward to seeing us again on Avril’s departure.
I can hardly bear to think about that, but I know that true friendship disregards all boundaries –Time, Distance, age (she is 10 years younger than me, but more mature in many ways). This is going to be an intense and enriching week, with a few differences in opinion along the way, but it only goes to confirm, yet again, that every cloud has a silver lining and, what’s more, makes sense of this whole bloody fucking awfully horrible Swings, Roundabouts, Ups and Downs Path which I seem to have chosen for this lifetime.
Within minutes of arriving home, she asked for a glass of champagne (correction: she established, before she had got herself into my car, that I had a bottle of Bubbly in the fridge)  checked the whole  house and gave  me tips as to how to rearrange the furniture and get rid of unnecessary stuff. Come bedtime, she flitted (flit? flat?) here and there and gathered a bright orange knitted blanket, a lamp, a bedside table, a candle, a lovely wooden figure of an African woman which I had only recently bought  – found a set of badly-dyed (red-orange) curtains from my ‘Give-Away’ pile and asked if I could please put them in the washing machine because they smelled a bit “muffig”? Which I did and hung them out to dry the next morning.
Today, after she had filled boxes and bags with stuff to throw out,  I dragged her to my hairdresser for a new haircut. 
She looked as though I were taking her to the guillotine. We had to wait for the boss, Conchita Pagliarini, who also sings in two rock bands in her spare time, to return from her lunch-break, so we sat ourselves down on the pavement (sidewalk) and she showed me photos of her lovely 3-year-old son. “You are the only person around here who would sit on the pavement  this with me”, I said. “Really? … Don’t people do that here?” she asked.  That, among other things, confirmed why we are soul mates.
I'm looking forward to the following days which await us, 'Discussions' 'n' all and, most of all, to the collaboration of our shared passion for all things knitted, crocheted and crafted by hand - I am also hoping that Lady Honeycourt will grace us with her presence, talent and inspiration, thus creating a Trimvirate which is not to be messed with! 
Photos will be posted. 

Friday, 8 August 2014

To Do


  1. George Clooney
  2. Throw out or give away every little and large thing I don't need any more.
  3. Translate the English section of the Schoeller & Stahl/Austermann website without deleting the German section.
  4. Knit a cardigan for my landscape gardener's friends' 3- month-old baby before he's old enough to smoke, drink, have sex and vote.
  5. Crochet flowers, birds and various twee but cute fancies for various shop fronts in St. Windy.
  6. Get my eyebrows tweaked and eyelashes dyed before my eyebrows suffocate me and I die.
  7. That cute German actor Florian David Fitz  
  8. and ... Til Schweiger 
  9. Actually ride a motorbike like this (as driver!) rather than sit on someone else's outside a pub and get told off. 

10.  Pimp and primp all those lovely second-hand clothes I bought.
11.  Paint my bedroom and sew curtains in that gorgeous Bollywood fabric which I chose over the cutsie Kath Kidston fabric which I almost bought yesterday.
12.  Remember to eat regular meals. Correction: remember to eat.
13.  Tell my sons that I absolutely adore them but have resigned as Cook, Laundress, Nun, Bottle-Washer and Mumsy Supreme.
14.  Sing a selection of Chansons: for example - Marlene vs. Madonna with my spitfire (Italian ancestry) hairdresser who I trust, totally, to tweak my hair into Diva-dom and who sings in two Rock bands and can out-Tina Tina Turner when she belts out Nutbush City Limits.
15. Take singing and piano lessons. Already booked for after the school hols!
16. Write up the knitting patterns for my joint collection, in cahoots with the Divine Lady Honeycourt,and find knitters to knit 'em up in time for the photo session in a couple of weeks.
17. Do up my eeny weeny polka dot bikini-sized bathroom.
18. Stop sending PLATONICally loving e-mails to people I care about who don't want to know.
19. Stop answering the door when the doorbell rings. Stop answering the phone when the phone rings.
20. Spend less time on Facebook and more time knitting, crocheting and sewing.
21. Sean Connnery
22. Colin Farrell
23. Marry Jim Carrey    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dNE69WyL0U0
24. Visit a nail salon without apologising for the state of my hands and nails.
25. Spend at least a year travelling around the US and visiting my family and friends.
26. Organise and take part (the STARRING role of course) in a Flash Mob in a local supermarket, railway station, airport or town square.
27. Buy a creme coloured motor scooter. And ride around town.
28. Get Natalie to my hairdresser for a cut and tone.
29. Blow up all the local fitness studios.
30. Send the next married man, who tells me his wife doesn't understand him, packing and tell him I don't understand him, nor do I want to, either.
31. Book a week in a swanky health spa. DONE!
32. Feel excited about having a whole week to myself in a swanky health spa. DONE!




Sunday, 20 July 2014

Pimp Your Day!




"Well what ever you have I'll have some of it if it makes me 
look like that".

This comment by Kerry Grier



who I met through the equally merveilleuse Zoé Lemonnier, who has stuck by me through thick and thin and shared many  whacky and funny adventures with me over the years, got me thinking.

If you'd like to have what I "have", try these few simple things and see what happens:

Face your day with curiosity and a sense of adventure. Know that you have nothing to fear  other than disease, natural disasters, a visit from the in-laws, losing everything you possess or death. 

DO NOT leave the house without applying some lipstick or lipgloss. For the guys … DO NOT leave the house without , urm … your toupée(s)?. 
At every opportunity listen to Happy Music and sing along as loud as you can (preferably in the shower, car, house while cleaning, cooking, writing that novel – what - ever). I recommend these for starters:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0V4dLxj6AHs -  (Note the surname!) 

This one’s good for a laugh:

I challenge you to try doing the moves without wetting your knickers. Do us all a favour and make a video of you doing the moves – especially the guys! OMGA … I gotta run – just at the thought of it.

Sing and dance along to all of them, if you can, without causing injury to yourself or others. I have no doubt that you will find many more. Don’t forget to share.

Look at and listen to the people you meet during the course of the day, no matter how old or young. Start chatting to them. Make a friendly and/or cheeky remark with a big smile so they know you’re not being rude.  With women – compliment them on something they’re wearing, or their hairstyle, but only if you mean it.
If you can’t find  anything  to compliment them on, wait for the right moment and use this conversation starter  - rolling your eyes, shrugging and  sighing conspirationally:

 “MEN – Can’t live with them, can’t live without them!”.

If you happen to be a man, shrug (I advise you to leave out the eye-rolling) and say, gruffly,
 “WOMEN – Can’t live with them, can’t live without them!”.

If the person serving you in the store/café is frazzled and unfriendly, smile and say: “Having a rough day? Life’s a Bitch, ain’t it?”. If you’re not in a hurry, tell them to take their time, you’re happy to have a chance to take a break anyway.

As you pass a grumpy-looking old man or woman, wink at them and say: “Hey, you’re looking sexy today!”. If you’re feeling particularly daring, ask them if they’re married, bat your eyelashes and look hopeful.
If you see someone waiting to drive out of a side road into the main, stop, smile and wave them through.
If the person behind you in the supermarket queue has less items than you, smile and wave them ahead.
If the person at the front of the queue is taking ages to count out their small change, relax and enjoy the chance to take a breather. Start up a conversation with the person behind you along the lines of: “Men!/Women! … can’t”, etc.   SEE? It’s easy.

At the end of the day, switch off your PC, unplug the phone, make yourself a nice cup of something/pour yourself a nice glass of something and then do whatever YOU want to do.
I am now going to switch off my PC, unplug the phone, watch a good movie and KNIT!
All I ask of you in return for this free advice is that you post your experiences by the end of this week.

Have fun! This is just the start.   Be curious … be VERY curious!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6S-s_CPD74