I’m sitting outside on my veranda, Tossie is flaked out at my feet, Malcolm and Paris are dozing on a sun lounger and Snooze has remained in the house taking advantage of having the bed all to herself. After a very hot day, it’s now deliciously cool, the bush is alive with nocturnal life; I can hear a bush baby making her presence known to me, and hear the conversations flowing between the birds who chirp merrily away in the darkness of night.
Last night, I finished reading or should I say re-reading Jane Austin’s ‘Pride and Prejudice.’ I first read it at school. The Marist Convent, West Byfleet and my most vivid memories of it are of a classroom of 20 13 year olds in a state of suppressed hysteria PRAYING that when it came to their turn to read a paragraph it WOULD NOT contain the word intercourse! And if it DID heaven help the reader! We were at the age when our sexuality was just making its presence felt and none of us had received any tuition in that regard, so we gained our limited information from each other and the dictionary. I remember looking up the word ‘fart’ and the information given was, ‘a slight explosion of air between the legs.’ Well, that alone was enough to send the entire class into hysterics because obviously we shared information and our mirth was boundless.
But having re-read it at the age of 71 I am bewitched by her genius and, of course, totally in love with Mr Darcy! WHAT. A. MAN! Tall, dark, extremely handsome, intelligent, witty, sensitive and extremely rich! What more could a girl ask???
I’m extremely happy with my single state but last night I found myself wondering what I would do, if a present day Mr Darcy suddenly appeared in my life and fell in love with me! Would I return his affections? You betcha sweet ass I would….But I would refrain from living with him. I would really enjoy a companion but not on a full time basis. I’ve lived on my own for so long that I would never be able to relinquish the pleasures of a solitary life and live full time with another human being. In an ideal world my Mr Darcy would have a very successful life of his own; we would remain in contact by telephone and every few months or so a 1st class ticket would arrive – by special messenger – inviting me to spend a week or maybe two in some wondrous location. A car would arrive to take me to the airport, another would meet me at my destination and whisk me off for two luxurious weeks in Venice, Vienna, Rome or Paris but definitely somewhere in Europe and I would then return to Africa sated with culture, conversation and love. Because I would love my Mr Darcy deeply as he would me but because I’m an incurable romantic I wouldn’t want mundane reality to raise its dreary head and the only protection from that is…..mega bucks.
I was obviously born into the wrong time; I love style, class and gracious living. Ah well, I can dream, can’t I??? xxx