One of the joys of having your own business is the flexibility. Summer holidays at HTD HQ is having lots of bonkers fun and squeezing work around the tots. We’ve seen a 4th and 6th birthday in the past week and (being an emotional soul) it’s got me feeling nostalgic.
My own amazing Daddy turns 90 next year. Time to reflect on what an incredible man he is, all of the extraordinary things he has done in his life and how quickly time flies. I know to my dad I am still the little tot on the swing or flying the kite or building mad art in the gallery!
Helen Dunmore sums this up in her poem “The Malarkey”. Enjoy every minute of it…
Why did you tell them to be quiet
and sit up straight until you came back?
The malarkey would have led you to them.
You go from one parked car to another
and peer through the misted windows
before checking the registration.
Your pocket bulges. You’ve bought them sweets
but the mist is on the inside of the windows.
How many children are breathing?
The malarkey’s over in the back of the car.
The day is over outside the windows.
No street light has come on.
You fed them cockles soused in vinegar,
you took them on the machines.
You looked away just once.
You looked away just once
as you leaned on the chip-shop counter,
and forty years were gone.
You have been telling them for ever
Stop that malarkey in the back there!
Now they have gone and done it.
Is that mist, or water with breath in it?
PS – new designs soon – thank you for all your ongoing support. Don’t stop the Malarkey!