This week my Dad is moving. He is not moving from my childhood home, he did that in February 2000, so I have no emotional attachment to the house they are leaving. But I am surprised to have an attachment to their phone number. My Dad has had the same telephone number since the mid 1970’s. And that used to be my telephone number. So having phoned that number to reach home for about 35 years, it will now be someone else’s number as they are moving out of the area.
I can vividly picture the first telephone they had. It was a cumbersome cream coloured phone with a long coiled line. Long enough to reach the stairs which is where I sat while I chatted to girlfriends about the latest episode of Starsky and Hutch or other such important matters to a teenager in the 1970’s. Or I nervously made arrangements for my first ever date. And then had endless phone calls with girlfriends to agonise over the details of said date. That all took place on the phone reached by the number that this week will cease to be.
Actually, the number has changed over the years. London phone numbers used to start with 01, but you never needed to dial the 01 unless you were overseas. You just dialled the code and the number. Then when the number of phones grew rapidly and the telephone exchange was in danger of running out of numbers, the outer London Boroughs, such as Sutton, where I grew up, became 0208 and then the code and number. But the basic number remained the same. Until Friday when I will have to learn a new code and number 😦
Breakfast was an easy smoothie today; Greek yogurt, cashew nut butter, pumpkin puree, almond milk and a few pecan nuts.
It blended easily in to a creamy, thick, smooth, mildly flavoured liquid breakfast. Pleasant and satisfying.
I had a lovely walk in the woods with the dogs. I wished I had taken my camera as the light was amazing. The sun was very bright but quite a thick mist lay over the fields. In places the sun was visible in bright shafts of light, cutting through the trees. I almost expected there to be a heavenly choir of angels to accompany such a vision.
I dithered about with lunch which is usually a mistake and so it was today. I usually know exactly what I feel like but not today. I had driven to Ramsgate and I think the problem was that I arrived very hungry. I wandered round Waitrose, picking things up and putting them back, very unsure about what to have. I then made a bad choice; a flapjack which I ate in the car, and 2 bread rolls, butter, smoked ham and a large bag of salad.
I don’t know what came over me because I then had 2 chocolate biscuits which were in the house. The lesson learnt here is to have taken something more satisfying with me or to have gone earlier so I had time to prepare something better.
Dinner was lovely. I went to the George and Dragon in Sandwich with Aunty Marion.
I had a delicious pepper stuffed with beans on a bed of goats cheese mash with tomatoes. Followed by a warm chocolate brownie with chocolate sauce. Naughty but nice. It was wonderful to spend the evening with my lovely Aunty.