I guess recently things are getting less complicated and more simple, despite having to wade though a mountain of paperwork (the forms for my benefits are so irksome at the best of times) and a few other less than notable things, I am happy that everything is falling in to place, and despite everything, I have landed on my feet as usual (I swear I was a cat in a previous life). I've not really had anything worth getting annoyed over and thats great because I do so enjoy the calm and tranquility that my life seems to have found.
I'd been reading Jennifer Worth's series of books "The Midwife Trilogy". I had watched the BBC's adaptation of the books in the charming series "Call The Midwife" earlier this year... or was it late last year? As well as finding the DVDs of the series for a meager £5 in town. Re-watching it had made me want to re-read the book. My favourite character was Camilla Fortesque-Chumley-Browne, or Chummy for short. Chummy's character was one of a shy and awkward young lady who often felt out of place in her surroundings, having grown up in an opulent lifestyle, having to work in the London area of Poplar which, in the 1950s would have been impoverished (and I mean true poverty, people living in houses that hadn't got some of the essential things we take for granted, such as electricity, running water or even central heating and usually these homes would have been squalid and unhygienic, but were loved by the residents regardless) and as it was based before the recent invention of contraception, as soon as one baby had grown out of it's pram, another would soon be born to take it's place. Yet despite her unease, Chummy managed to find love in the arms of a policeman and she managed to shake the society and mercenary nature of the world that she was forced to live in.
I related to her quite a lot. Admittedly, I had not fallen from a height of wealth and royal connections to living in what would now be referred to as a slum, but I did go from being the daughter of a woman whose main interest was that she married "well" and managed to climb up the social standings to being my own, independent young woman who rents her own small flat (yes it is a post-war prefab) which does have it's positive and negative attributes. I personally love it in this small place and I have made it my own and made it special to me. The flooding earlier this week was probably due to the loose double glazed door in the back. A replacement and it will return to being water-tight once again (avoiding the problem of flooding once more). Other than a few other minor issues which the council were diligent in repairing for me, this place has become my own little slice of heaven. Even the garden, which had been something of a jungle is beginning to transform in to a place of pleasure and relaxation (hayfever permitting of course!).
3 years ago