Ashes to Ashes

It’s my brother’s birthday today. He died over ten years ago. It’s weird how quickly time whizzes by. Before long I will be the age he was when he died, there is just something sadder about that somehow.

I’ve spent the day trying not to be maudlin, but instead have been playing the music he loved – the music he taught me to love – Beatles, Bowie, Bolan, Led Zeppelin. Unfortunately He also liked Gary Glitter and Mud but we won’t go there.

My 4 year old is a bit perplexed about the whole thing.

“How can it be someone’s birthday if they’re dead?” she asked. “They’re not getting any older…”

I suppose she has a point. While I’m getting older, he will remain forever stuck at 40 – the age that he predicted he would die by.

He wasn’t perfect by any means. He made many mistakes and I have so many things that I wish I could say to him, if only I had the chance.

One thing I would tell him was how sorry I was for not understanding him better.

Happy Birthday Bruv – rock those clouds for me

This was a post for the #dosomethingyummy campaign, inspired by the “why family is important to you” question.

Little Pitchers….

When I was little my Mum used to say to me (wise old woman that she is):

“little pitchers have big ears.”

Which totally confused me, because I thought she was talking about paintings on the wall. Therefore I assumed she had completely lost the plot.

Thinking about it, this same ‘wise woman’ used to say (if she suspected it was a going to be a nice day):

“there’s enough blue (sky) to make a Dutchman a pair of trousers”

So she clearly isn’t right in the head…

Anyway, her first expression came to my mind this week when taking my daughter out for a walk with a friend.

My little girl, like most three year olds, likes to point out everything in passing and asking what it is. This could be anything from a buttercup to a discarded TV aerial (yes, we passed one today)

It just so happened that on this day, we passed a large Victorian building that is currently being used as some kind of detention centre.

My daughter stared at the couple of young men leaning lazily smoking against the doorway and asked loudly “What is that place for?”

“It’s like a very big school.” I answered quickly.

“For those big men?” She asked pointing.

“Erm…yes…” I sort of tugged her away and then whispered at my friend “at least they thought they were big – silly bastards.”

“Are they a bastard?” Came her little voice, suddenly not so little. And her finger was still pointing.

I didn’t dare look as I dragged her away.

So yes, little pitchers do indeed have very big ears.

And loud mouth mummies have very red cheeks.

a photo by Fire 'n Ice on Flickr.