Hello there, and thanks to all of you for your kind advice and comments on the collapse of the holiday company we booked with. I think we've come off rather lightly having read some of your stories, and although nothing to report as yet, we're still chipping away…
I am rapidly realising – having spent more time than usual in the company of my youngest son – that I am falling behind with the latest additions to the English language. I had an inkling when we were at the car show last week and phrases like 'peng at two o'clock' reached my ears over the throaty roar of a Bugatti.
'Peng' is apparently how you describe a lovely looking girlie – the two o'clock bit I could just about understand! 🙂 'Poom' (pronounced the same way as room) is another word used to illustrate a female of fine fettle, or 'top totty' as the more senior members of the crowd were heard to mutter…
Here's a photo of Sam with No. 1 Peng – Miss Great Britain - 'Wannabe Poom' speaks for itself, and no I'm not going to get onto my soap box and start rattling on about these words being detrimental to women, as I know as well as you do, the boys are leagues behind when it comes to our descriptive powers!
I've just about got my head around 'Cougar' (Peng ladies of 50 years and over) having had my Lucy raving about the TV series starring Courtney Cox - and quite frankly if that's the title given to Demi Moore for marrying Ashton Kutcher, I'm all for it! (not sure if it counts for me as Colin's only two years younger…)
Young love, younger love, whatever, I thought it might be fun to spend a bit of time remembering our first loves – based on a hilarious and lovely missive posted by Una on my blog the other week. She spent most of the summer of 1976 shinning up and down a drainpipe, so she could sneak off and meet her boyfriend. Her mum and dad were clearly unimpressed, but then as she later realised having recounted the story, she was only 14 at the time!!
My first love
I'm embarrassed to admit that I was only seven when I fell in love for the first time. His name was Stephen, and he had blonde hair and freckles. He invited me to tea and we had strawberries and ice cream. After a little pause in the proceedings, he asked me if he could kiss me… a little forward you might think for just seven years old. But thinking on my feet, I agreed, but only if I could have more strawberries… :)
The next time I gave my heart was when I was 11 to John who played the trumpet in the school orchestra. He used to play 'Speak Softly Love' from the film The Godfather to me, and in hindsight, his brilliance with a brass instrument should have given me a clue as to the severity of his kiss when he lunged at me whilst walking home from school! No strawberries this time and an experience something akin to having a sink plunger glued to your lips, which left me no alternative but to push him in the nettles…
Saved by the fire extinguisher…
Then there was Nigel… I was 14 years old, he was 16, and we met in Arundel, Sussex, while I was there on a Girl Guide camp. It was a camp unlike the other ones I'd been on, as instead of tents we ended up sleeping in a rather large village hall! If you thought sleeping on a tarpaulin on the ground was uncomfortable, try floorboards!
Not that I slept much, as my mind was full of Nigel – with his mousy hair, green eyes, and more freckles!! I used to sneak up to the loft to meet him and we had our first kiss there, with the sun filtering through the dormer windows… ahhhhhhhh! Actually I have to thank my friend Anne for saving my bacon on that one, because Captain was onto us, and to try and divert her attention, Anne let off the fire extinguisher! I managed to sneak back into the hall, and was actually praised for all my help in clearing away the foam… incredible eh?! 🙂
Falling for an older boy
I grew up a fair bit over the following two years and apart from a very painful crush on a certain gorgeous boy at school, which was not reciprocated, I held back in my search for true love until I met Veljko. He was Yugoslavian, and worked in the restaurant where I washed up on a Sunday.
I was 15 and he was 19, and like Una's parents, my mum was not best pleased! She didn't ban me from seeing him, just gave me a curfew of 9pm, which didn't give us much time as I had to catch the 131 bus from Molesey and then another one to Hampton Wick!
He had brown hair, blue eyes, and a moustache – which I thought was very grown up 🙂 He had a pet name for me which sounded very romantic when said in his native tongue. I thought it meant mouse, but found out later it was actually Rhino! That aside, we went out together for nearly a year and then his parents moved down to Wiltshire and he followed them.
It was all very sad at the time but as the weeks passed, and the sun came out heralding the summer of '76, I knew I had the whole of my life ahead of me – and entire days to spend in the sun at the Upper Deck Swimming Pool! – I never looked back 🙂
Oh.. apart from the day I put plasticine in my bikini top to try and add to what I didn't have, which was fine while I was sunbathing on my back. Not so good when I turned over and it squashed out of the cups!!
That faux pas aside, I bet there are some of you reading this who are still with your first love, but if you can remember that first kiss, or heartfelt 'I love you', then do tell… it'd be great to share 🙂
Have a great week,
Love Ali xx