Someone told me today that I am like Hunter S. Thompson, but with a work ethic. I think it is the biggest compliment I have ever received.
I have noticed that this blog is more and more about me (yawn), and no longer even punctuated with the occasional recipe or picture of John Taylor 😉 .
This is a photo of me I posted on Facebook. I just don’t want Facebook to own this memory. I touched a wild horse on Port Meadow yesterday. I love my Oxford friends. And THANK YOU Paul Harvey for carrying me on your shoulders to get here.
And actually, I wonder if the best compliment I received was when I was in my mid 20s. My boss and his wife couldn’t conceive and I offered to carry their baby for them. (I read a book on it, to make sure I was ready to commit, before I offered.) He cried and it took him 2 days to ask his wife. Apparently, that wouldn’t help but they asked me if I would be their surrogate They told me “there is nobody’s DNA we would prefer to yours.” How’s that for a compliment? Better than Jack Nicholson’s to Helen Hunt “You make me want to be a better man”? Unfortunately for all of us, I was too young to agree to that. THEN I thought it the baby was half-mine, I might feel I had ownership over it and refuse to give it up. Looking back, maybe it would have been good to have a half-me out there that I could occasionally spoil with love and affection. I have no need to continue my genes. There are enough out there thanks to my cousins. I wanted children just because I am stagnating and I want to continue to improve and expand. Work doesn’t love you back, and loving children unconditionally would continue to evolve me. And I would love them back like that. I have a lot of love to give. Crazily, someone just offered to carry my baby for me recently. If only it was that simple!
But then tonight, Amie told me I was her favourite Auntie. And I saw the drawing in the downstairs loo. I am dying with love and gratitude. Am I going to have to move back to England?