Pink Cadillac

Funny isn’t it, how everyone’s perception of life is different? No wonder the police need to gather so many witnesses at the scene of a crime, as no two views will be exactly the same. My oldest friend told me the other day that when we were small, she used to come and stay with my mother and me and thought we were the most bohemian of families, because my mother sketched and painted and spoke with a thick Estonian accent and was a refugee from the war having escaped the Russians. This coming from a woman with the maddest family in England. In the 1970’s they owned a swivel chair shaped like an egg, had a drinks cabinet permanently open and when the river flooded, used lilos inside the house to get around till the water receded. They had to repaper the lounge regularly. Throw in an 'oh so cool' pink Cadillac to collect us from school,which once parked we always had to push to start and you get the picture.

And she thought my family life was exotic. Intriguing.