The Amigos Great Nanny (Paula) Wilson peacefully drifted off with the fairies, (for good this time), this morning. She’d been happy in their company for about ten years and managed to reach a wonderful 94 years before flying away. She had brought up her family alone, in a rather nice house in Headcorn, a happy home with plenty of love and care. Our families had been estranged for over a decade (not our choice) as a result of the divorce many years ago. W.O. is quite inconsolable and I’m rubbish at being sympathetic. I gave him a trifle yesterday evening and then made him some mince pies. My nature is to keep people smiling, crack jokes, tell a limerick, but I need to stifle it, smiling is not for NOW! I would be a TERRIBLE, Eric Morecombe style bereavement counsellor. My advice to bereaved friends is always: 1. Eat LOADS of hot-cross buns/cherries/toffee apples/Christmas puddings (adjust according to season), turn your bedroom into a glam home cinema and join a choir. I did try several counsellors when I was utterly lost and miserable, but counsellors are like Toploader songs; there are a couple of gems among a sea of rubbish ones. Actually, Toploader only have one gem, as ‘dancing in the moonlight,’ is a cover! Back to counselling – a session is about £50! £50 to talk about yourself! There is no complimentary cheeseboard and glass of fizz, they won’t give you any advice and I even had an NHS one that developed an odd and rather unsavoury crush on me. He asked for singing lessons, he asked to meet in Costa, he asked to touch the little hole in my tights! Yuck and NO THANKS! Hilarious, but no doubt would have upset other patients/clients/thingies. Better to spend your £50 on two tickets (for you and your most yellow, yellow) to the Rye Kino, 2 large G&T’s, whitebait and Chucky chips at The Globe. A good friend will listen AND advise. You won’t take the advice, but you’ll have survived another day, rather than dying a thousand deaths at home on your own.
I very often get things wrong. but I run on instinct, in every part of my life. Amigos – once you are old enough, you will learn to trust yours too. If something doesn’t feel right, if there are red flags, alarm bells – listen! Step back! March into things that excite you, inspire you, fill you with zip-a-dee-do-dah. Choose things as you would choose a song. If a song hits the spot, then I’ll choose it for the choir, regardless of it being unknown, disliked or even odd. I may add a song later if I get time to finish it before Hawkhurst this evening.xxx