Driving back up to London after a lunch time (shod) Foot conference (see pic) at the Seven Stars in sunny Brighton with (beautiful and highly perceptive) niece H, Jay scared me half to death by bursting into a jig at the wheel in recognition of a 1980s No. 1 hit on Magic FM…. we had both seen a video of a baby’s mood changing as soon as his favourite song came on the car radio… but Jay hadn’t seen this most touching response to a song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o-VplYrqBs
I hate feet on dashboards… hate it. Looks awful. It’s sloppy, disrespectful, and possibly dangerous. But with my ankle swelling towards the end of the day, there I was, praying that I didn’t end up with my leg being blasted into my face by the airbag. My very obliging scar had irritably made it clear that this was no time for closed-in shoes… and the last day or two experimenting with them was not welcome… lunging exercises with the newly scabbed scar almost had me in tears….shoes?… not so fast, young(?) lady. Once again, it crossed my mind how lucky I was to have a busted achilles tendon during the summer….
We also bade farewell to the Jay’s sister F this week, as she and husband M set off en famille (3 kids under 10) to a world of adventure…they will be making amazing memories for a whole year. Before they left, we visited the beautifully lit Tower of London and the red ceramic poppies pouring out of a window and into the moat in another dramatic commemoration of WWI. We told the children about the battlefields and what the poppies meant. I think this artwork may have had more of an impact than we realised, as niece M (aged 4) repeatedly asked how they made the red colour for the ceramic poppies… perhaps the bloodshed on the battlefields had so hit home for her, there could only be one source of the colour red. (see what she saw here:.. http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/03001/poppy2_3001030b.jpg)