19 June 2009
a Friday, in no chronological order
Once upon a time Suse sat by her fire, drinking stout and eating fish and chips for dinner. Her eldest boy was spending the night elsewhere and she could hear her younger two in the adjoining room laughing with the hysteria of Friday night as they played table tennis on the dining room table. She watched as her husband wandered about the room, asking if anyone had seen his book, his glasses, his sanity.
Once upon a time, very close to midwinter, Suse got up very very early indeed and marvelled at the sliver of moon hanging in the ink-dark sky and its neighbouring glittery star. By the time Suse reached her meeting at the top of a not terribly tall building, the city was spread out before her, soft in a shiny mauve and apricot dawn. She watched seven hot air balloons hover above the skyline and laughed as her colleague said you have to have a birthday ending in '0' to ride in one of them. She wished she had brought her camera to the meeting, but acknowledged that it is not usual practice so really she shouldn't be too hard on herself for not having it handy. She daydreamed about the new camera that will arrive on Monday, and decided that at next month's wintry dawn meeting she will take the camera and tohellwithit.
Once upon a time Suse received a message that the dvd of Sense and Sensibility (oh, Mr Rickman!) was awaiting her collection at the library. Having been at work since the shiny apricot dawn, Suse thought it quite reasonable to leave work early in the crepuscular chill of pre-twilight, and she drove and drove and drove, planning a girly evening of knitting and Jane Austen confectionary by the fire.
Once upon a time Suse arrived at the library two minutes after it had closed. And so instead of wine and Regency frocks, Suse decided stout and a good book would have to suffice.
For Rae, who weaves her fairystories on the other side of the world.