|From North&South magazine, Pietra, me and Sharon|
It's in the Family Ties section. How deputy editor Joanna Wane made sense of my 9am blitherings and run-on nonsense (see my first par on this blog post) is amazing. It's fascinating to watch a good journalist in action and I tried to take note of her questions which were wide ranging and searching and her demeanour which was low key.
I don't know about you, but someone asking for my thoughts on this and that quite the novelty. I could have carried on for days. I guess that's what therapists are for. I must look into that. I wish I'd worn color and a collar, but again you live and learn.
As you can't read the text: my sister Sharon, 50, is a producer and journalist for Checkpoint at Radio NZ, Pietra, 48, is an international documentary maker, her latest film is The Flickering Truth about film archive hidden in Kabul. I was a journalist in London for 15 years and now I'm freelance journalist. No, let's face it - I'm a van driver.
It was funny reminiscing about what we did during our summers during our childhood. I would ride my bike to the public pool to meet two friends and spend the day diving for pebbles and lie on not-too-clean concrete for hours. Happy as Larry.
Once home I would line up unripe nectarines on my bedroom window sill, scrunch through them and read through all the novels by Enid Blyton (high jinks in Devon, now regarded as horribly unPC) Somerset Maugham (his crusty observations on alcoholic expats in the Tropics was probably not suitable for a 13-year-old but oh well) and Jilly Cooper (horsey high jinks in Gloucestershire) Strange bedfellows.
What about you?