Thursday, October 09, 2008

Mother and son emails

Hello my boy,

I wrote a blog post about our visit to Rockcliffe and this was Fifi's comment:

Rockcliffe.
It's almost like a TV series, you know, handsome young doctor arrives in wee village, gets up to all manner of capers. His mother moves there to become a writer and keep a vast garden of flowers, writes a vast novel. It'll be epic!


Well, it's an idea...

Lots of love,

Mum

PS Less of the capers.




Dear Mum,

Hmmm, certainly an idea.

Unfortunately I don't really get up to much in the way of capers (except for crashing my car, but I'm not sure that this counts).

It's kind of hard to imagine Rockcliffe as 'epic'.

I'm not up to a huge amount today. [Girlfriend] is at work, and I'm sitting in the kitchen. Yesterday was just the most horrible weather - driving rain non-stop all day. However, today is beautiful sunshine and very still, so I'll probably go outside in a bit.

I made some soup yesterday, it being soupy kind of weather. The day before, I looked at a food processor in Tesco and wondered about buying it (that's the exciting sort of caper I get up to), but decided I probably wouldn't use it all that much (it was the blending kind, rather than a proper Kenwood-style thing).

My soup was nice, but really more like soggy vegetables in water than Mum-soup, despite my best attempts at mashing. Ah well, it still has much-needed vitamin C.

Hope all is well at home. I'll probably phone in a bit, so this email may be a bit superfluous, but there we go.

Missing you all and the lovely cats.

[Son]


17 comments:

  1. I guess that puts an end to your thoughts about Fifi's comment. It sounds like your boy is missing home life:-(

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  2. I can only hope my son grows up to be as lovely as yours. What a sweet and warm e-mail he sent you.

    PS I love your PS to him!

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  3. Clearly an e-mail from the son of an English teacher -- very well thought out, well formed, and informative. I get terse text messages on my phone in lieu of lovely e-mails -- like "my cat scratched me" or "the White Sox won!".

    And if only you could e-mail a batch of wonderful Mum-soup, or, um, if only the rest of us could sample some of that Mum-soup!

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  4. Isn't life nicer when it isn't epic?

    Lovely letter.

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  5. Young male buys foodprocessor and cooks soup

    That would make the headlines in some places!

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  6. My 23 year old son graduated from college in the spring and is living at home for awhile. I talked to him more (email) when he was 500 miles away than I do now. He works nights and sleeps days and still leaves his underwear on the bathroom floor. (o:

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  7. My 23 year old son graduated from college in the spring and is living at home for awhile. I talked to him more (email) when he was 500 miles away than I do now. He works nights and sleeps days and still leaves his underwear on the bathroom floor. (o:

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  8. It's a wonderful thing to have a son and have great relationships with them as adults. My sign off in emails to him is always "Maw" - a kind of hark back to our Scottish heritage! I think I read the "Broons" a lot as a child!! Z xx

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  9. He can cook something without using a deep fat fryer so is streaks ahead of my brother at the same age! And judging by the forecast, there is a whole lot more "soupy" weather headed his way, unfortunately.

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  10. JUst fell into your blog again and look forward to msking a return visit!

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  11. ...shy wave to you Isabelle :)

    I keep getting a tune turning round in my head thinking of that 'epic TV' place. It fits perfectly! Lovely scenery, waves crashing against rocks, professional bloke looking moody... And in comes the theme on a cello; 'Tara dad dahhhh...'

    Ah! No, hold on. That's not Rockcliffe- it's Wycliffe!

    As you were.

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  12. No soup beats Mum's soup!
    I like Fifi's idea. Sort of on the lines of James Herriot.....

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  13. On Rockcliffe this week, young Dr D finds that making soup is almost as hard as convincing wee auld Mrs McLatchey to take her heart medication. In his usual endearing manner he ineptly stirs pieces of vegetable forlornly around in his broth.

    Luckily for him, it's Isabelle to the rescue: turning up just in the nick of time with a big bunch of dahlias, a cauldron of hot soup and a package of....
    Gorgonzola!

    As usual the beautiful landscape is the real star of the show, though,luckily for Mrs Mclatchey, Dr D is a far better physician than chef.

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  14. Yes, don't forget the gorgonzola.

    It's the crux of the plot.

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  15. It's the basis of the entire series, is the gorgonzola.

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  16. Ah yes, Gorgonzola, a traditional Scottish delicacy.

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  17. You have such sweet, funny children...like their mother :)
    Fifi's comments have been very entertaining :)
    Thanks for the visits and always very welcome comments.
    A poet eh? I consider that very high praise coming from an English teacher. Thank you ma'am :) Glad you enjoyed the fall colours.
    You certainly should've seen some beautiful countryside traveling Canada and the US on Greyhound buses, but fall in the northeast is hard to beat.

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