The swifts are screeching, the house is stirring and the coffee is delicate. It is also child 1’s birthday and items have been purchased, delivered, lost, reordered, redelivered, found again, wrapped and ( I hope) appreciated. 24 years ago I took the day off, that will not be happening today as the double shift demands a Wimbledon-influenced midday movie show for an hour. Then it’ll be a birthday lunch without chips but with raw fish (it’s not about you Simon, your turn in September).
And then, full of miso sauce or something similar, it’s your very sunny ARF. Watch the tennis later (i’ve heard there’s a highlights show in the evening) and choose a top opener from the halcyon days of 1968 when hair was long, your flares were wide and there were flowers in your hair. Though not here, we didn’t do that sort of thing. If I had a kaftan I would wear it today. Maybe Tony Blackburn still has one? Or Johnnie Walker surely? I’m sure Annie Nightingale is still wearing hers. Anyway its hello to the Ford Escort, Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat, the Isle of White festival and Dads Army. And on the radio? What would you fancy? A ‘find your hippie name’ calculator has chosen Melody as mine which is fab, groovy and Jefferson Airplane-y
Love and peace man
