Posts by Jackie Clark
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Capture: Cats Love Cameras, in reply to SteveH,
Wow. That is a handsome cat, for sure.
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Up Front: The Aunties, in reply to Islander,
I think that as long as a family is loving, it doesn't matter the size. Like anything in life, what we have experienced is what we're used to, and anything else takes getting used to. My husband came from a very small family, and we don't see any of them at all anymore. When he spent his first Xmas at my mum and dad's house, it was a bit of a culture shock, to say the least. He thought that our practice of arguing about politics, was particularly offensive - everybody yelling at each other and nobody listening. I can't say I'm fond of it anymore, mind. The good thing about everybody getting older and tireder is that no-one's much interested in yelling and screaming as much as they were.
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Up Front: The Aunties, in reply to Emma Hart,
That's what succour is, though. The rendering of assistance. And if that happens to be laughter, all to the good.
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Up Front: The Aunties, in reply to Emma Hart,
The definition of friends, for me, has always been succour.
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Up Front: The Aunties, in reply to Emma Hart,
I think sometimes that those famiies - the ones you bring together yourself - are, for many, more true, more loyal, and more loving and supportive, than the one that raises you in your youth.
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Up Front: The Aunties, in reply to Islander,
And mine, Islander - except my mum's sister. Who, like my grandmother before her, has had her battles with mental illness, but who has survived, only to have to battle it with her youngest daughter. We have always been close, but she was never an escape for me. And then there were my dad's sisters, and sisters in law. They doted on me, and I on them. Aunty Molly, Aunty Pidgie, Aunty Ailsa, Aunty Connie, Aunty Jean. Sadly, the last of them died some time ago. My mother never had close friends when I was growing up, so the "Aunties" in a nonfamilial sense that I was closest to as a child, were the wives of my father's friends. Aunty Hazel, Ross Jensen's wife, who was redhaired and glorious; my Aunty Paddy who I went to on all of my exeats from Marsden, my Aunty Phil who lived in Wadestown and who would sweep up to school in her chauffeured Jag to take me home and feed me chocolate biscuits. All of them dead, now, alas.
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Delightful. Absolutely delightful. I am so glad that you, and she, had those friends in her life.
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Capture: Cats Love Cameras, in reply to Gareth,
Oh that is one beautiful cat. Actually, they're all such beautiful cats.
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Capture: Roamin' Holiday, in reply to Lilith __,
And I am going to bed with my book - Tricking of Freya, by Christina Sunley. Lovely book.
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Capture: Cats Love Cameras, in reply to Tom Ackroyd,
I feel like that about our puppy, Ruby. She is so much naughtier than her predecessor, Cleo, but I am insanely in love with her.