I think Dawn’s grand campaign might have abated. And just in time.
Last night i foolishly told her that i’d once met Mark Thompson, the director general of the BBC. She immediately demanded that I ask him to make a public call for Snowy Saltamente. ‘He did it for Alan Johnston’ she said. I tried to explain that there was a big difference. She couldn’t see it.
As a child, Sunday mornings were sacred in our house. Without fail, the whole family would gather together and watch Little House on the Prairie. It was a familiar scene with me on the bean bag and mum on the recliner, taking the weight off her gammy leg.
I remember one such morning with lung stinging clarity. Nellie Oleson slipped on a pig at the fair and had a tantrum. Charles Ingalls advised “When life throws you a lemon, Nellie, make some lemonade”. Mum said “Now there’s a lesson to live your life by”. And I have.
But sometimes, only on my darker days mind, I get tired of manufacturing gassy liquids. I don’t always want to roll with the punches, dust myself off and start all over again. Sometimes, I just feel a bit sad.