Authors: Nina Stibbe
MK: What's happened?
Me: I'm trying a side pony.
MK: How's it going?
Me: Can't tell if it looks strange or stylish.
MK: It could be neither, or both.
Will played a good trick on Sam and me. The lights and telly went off.
Will: (
shining a torch around
) Shit, a power cut.
Me: Did you just turn the lecky off?
Will: What makes you think that?
Me: You went into the utility room
with a torch
just before the lecky went off.
Will: I had a premonition and went for a pee.
Sam and I went to 57. Saw a basket of clean washing all neatly folded with a pair of Nunney's boxer shorts on top (stripy, ironed). I threw them at Sam, Sam threw them back and they ended up out of the window (second floor). They were meant to drop down onto Nunney and Tom in the garden but they caught on a tree branch.
Then yesterday went to National Gallery with Nunney. He likes it there (the big scenes). After we'd looked at all the art, he tricked me into hanging off a high wall by the entrance steps and pulled my trousers down. Loads of people around. Me in Mickey Mouse pants.
Me: How could you do that in a public place?
N: I took no pleasure in itâsimply a taste of your own medicine.
Me: I was vulnerable.
N: That's when to strikeâas you know.
Hope you're well. Try to come down soon. Or I'll go there.
Love, Nina
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May 1983
Dear Vic,
AB has started bringing a little can of beer round with him (lager).
Me: Why don't you bring a few cans over and leave them in the fridge?
MK: He can manage them one at a time.
AB: They
are
cold to carry.
MK: Wear gloves.
Will got new trainers. White with green. I liked the box.
Me: I'm going to keep this box.
MK: What's this keeping boxes thing?
Me: It's just one box.
MK: You kept one the other day.
Me: That was a bag.
MK: Boxes, bagsâare you planning to run away?
Jez gave Sam a sexy pen. Press the top and the woman's bra disappears. We all like it and keep pressing the top to see the bra disappear.
MK: Don't take it to school.
Sam: Why not?
MK: Your teacher will confiscate it.
Sam: What do you mean?
MK: She'll take it from you.
Sam: She won't want it.
Mr. Mackie, Sam's eye doctor, has suggested I consider a nose job (he's got a friend who's a plastic surgeon in the same consulting suite and he'd be happy to make an introduction, he said). Mr. Mackie thinks I'd be very pretty if I sorted my nose out. Told Nunney. Nunney thinks it's unimpressive of Mr. Mackie to try and drum up business for his mate and that people shouldn't fuck about with what nature's dealt themâunless it's life-threatening.
Me and Jez back 14th/15th. I'm going to teach him to drive. Have already done dummy run in Saab, but he's not insured to switch ignition on unless we're off the public highway, which you can't be in NW1. They don't have driveways. Except AB, and his is occupied.
Love, Nina
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Dear Vic,
We're considering canceling the milkman and getting cartons with the main shop. AB is trying to put us off, saying we should support the milkman (at all costs), otherwise there might not be any milkmen. The milkman here wakes me up every morning earlier than necessary, clanking his bottles and revving his float. I wouldn't be that sad to see him go actually. But I know what AB means, they are a good thing, checking on old people. Noticing milk that's gone off on the step because someone's had a fall and not got it in, type thing.
MK hasn't had a milk bill since 1981 and if she ever bumps into the milkman on the step, she tells him and he says he'll look in the book. Still no bill comes. Maybe someone else is paying. Like someone else was feeding the cat.
We have those stubby little milk bottles too. I think they're everywhere now. The days of the long slim bottles are gone. Remember the ones with embossed writing on (Kirby & West)? Maybe it's the stubby little bottles that are driving people to get cartons with the main shop? Are cartons any nicer than the not so nice bottles? No.
Sam accidentally tipped Tom out of his wheelchair going up a curb. He came home all dramatic.
Me: What's up?
Sam: It's really bad, Tomalin's wheelchair bumped into a moped and fell over and Tom fell out in the street and the moped went on its side.
Me: Oh dear, was Tom OK?
Sam: Yeah, I think so, he wasn't hurt.
Me: Poor Tom. Poor you.
Will: Poor moped.
Fifteen minutes later:
Sam: Shall we go and check on him?
Me: Tom?
Sam: Yeah, see if anyone's helped him up.
Me: What? He's still there?
Sam: Probably, maybe, I don't know.
Me: What, you left him there?
Sam: Yeah, I came to get you.
Me: But, Sam, you've had a peanut butter sandwich.
Tom was at home. He'd shouted, been helped up and wheeled himself home. He thought nothing of it (he was worried about Sam).
Love, Nina
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Dear Vic,
Pippa brought new boyfriend round to show him off. S&W liked him because of what was written on his T-shirt. Will ran upstairs and put on
his
funny T-shirt (
Registered piss artist
) and the new boyfriend said he'd seen one like that before. Thoughtless.
Pippa seems keen. Can't see why. He seems pleased with himself and pushes his glasses up on his nose all the time with his hand. Unnecessarily. It's one of those habits that you don't realize you're doing but drives other people mad and can cause blackheads (all the nose touching). Then yesterday she told me that he has this thing. He has to masturbate every night or else can't get to sleep.
Me: God!
Pippa: Yeah, but to be fair, he does it himself.
Me: What, and do you, you know, at all?
Pippa: No, we don't.
Me: But you're boyfriend and girlfriend?
Pippa: The relationship is culture based, I don't even have to shave my legs.
Told Mary-Kay about him/it.
Me: He can't get to sleep unless he's ejaculated.
MK: Oh,
that!
Love, Nina
PS Me and S&W have a new code. If we think someone's annoying we tap our fingertips on the table. It's so funny, esp. when MK's mates are round. They go on about this, that and the other and we tap our fingers and laugh. MK even said one time, “What's this finger tapping thing?” and we said, “Nothing,” but laughed.
I told Helen about it which was a real shame and I regretted it because later she was talking to MK about Django Reinhardt (the Belgian guitarist with only seven fingers in total) and, though it started out interesting, it dragged on and on and I wanted to do the finger tap to S&W but Helen knew the code so I couldn't. Will managed a half-tap thing, which meant the same. But the rule is not to tell anyone about these things. Apart from you. Obviously.
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Dear Vic,
Hope you got pc from Rhodes?
Helen had good knowledge of how to
be
abroad in that kind of place. For instance, you try to blend in and not wear short shorts but long shorts or a skirt and you don't smoke except with a coffee or Metaxa. She learned how to say certain phrases (in Greek) just in case, but never needed to use them. Except “Can we share one between us please?”
HH: You have to blend in when abroad.
Me: I did live in France for six months.
HH: But France is France and Greece is Greece and they're worlds apart.
Which is true.
Rhodes town is the oldest inhabited medieval town in Europe and altogether foreign. The writing, heat and smells, all very foreign. The modesty thing is confusingâon the one hand you can't really wear short shorts, but there are images of Priapus (Greek god with a huge erect penis) everywhereâkey rings, pens, postcards, jewelry, bottle openers, statuettes, shoehorns.
A man told us that every new building in Greece now is left slightly incomplete, usually the roof and plumbing, because when a building's finished the owner pays some kind of tax. I wish the bloke hadn't told us that. Helen never stopped pointing out pipes and exposed workings and saying how the tax was ruining the skyline and how people should do something.
Helen put the vegetarianism on hold due to Greece being so limited in veggie choices. We had breakfast every morning at the widow's café (ÏήÏα καÏενείο) where the widow cooked floppy bacon and eggs with bread and honey (μÎλι). I wished Helen knew how to say, “Please can you cook the bacon for a bit longer?” But she couldn't work it out and we decided to put up with it floppy.
The widow had some green herby stuff growing out of a Shell can, which turned out to be oregano, and two hens in an upside-down supermarket trolley called Elvis and Athena (both females).
Walked into the countrysideâsaw some goats eating watermelons with stained pink mouths. At nights Helen had lots of cocktails and got quite tipsy. One night she confided in me that she feels she let her parents down by not being a doctor.
HH: I feel I could have achieved more for them. I could have been a doctor.
Me: Are they doctors?
HH: No, but they're bilingual and love opera.
Me: Well, you speak Greek and you're vegetarian by choice.
HH: I suppose.
Then she went quiet and ate so many pistachios, her thumbnail was bruised the next day.
Anyway, it was all great. Hot sun, nice sea, arid countryside, history, sardines, and cheap sandals. And very foreign, which I loved.
Love, Nina
PS Have got you some worry beads. You fiddle with them when you're doing nothing and worrying. People fiddle with worry beads a lot in Greece. They find it soothing. It's instead of biting their nails.
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Summer 1983
Dear Vic,
They came home from France, MK and Will both brown as berries. Sam not brown but glad to be home and back to normal, needed a trim.
Pippa is harvesting carrots and beginner's veg in the garden with the kids she looks after. She's surprised we don't do any (kitchen gardening) here and keeps going on about it.
Pippa: Blah and blah get such a thrill growing their own carrots.
Me: That's nice.
Pippa: Have you tried gardening with Sam and Will?
Me: They're too busy. Will's writing a novel and Sam's an actor.
Pippa: But they seem to watch a lot of TV.
Me: For inspiration.
Pippa: The snooker?
I was defensive and annoyed but I did also think to myself, “Why can't I work for a family like hers who enjoy growing carrots etc.?” It's all telly and books at 55 and no one wants to set foot outside unless it's to go somewhere. There's Pippa munching away on homegrown radishes and making little vegetable people and entering fetes and winning Nanny of the Year, while I watch the snooker and loiter in a car park with a ball, some delinquents and Tom Tomalin.
AB came over after supper tonight. Didn't want any leftover pie. Too excited for some reason. Then left early. I thought he might've been dressed up. But his dressed up is the same as his not dressed up, so who knows?
Me: Was Bennett a bit dressed up?
MK: No, he's always like that.
Me: His collar looked crease-free.
MK: I never look below the chin.
Hope all's well with you. The R Patel thing is amazing, sad/happy (poignant, like a short story).
Love, Nina
PS Sorry to hear about the prang. The thing to say to yourself about prangs is, “It could've been a lot worse,” which it always could (and sometimes is). And it's all part of the learning.
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Dear Vic,
Exciting this evening. AB came over with Russell Harty. And even though it was a strange time to be having a cup of tea, we had one. No one mentioned supper because it seemed too early, but we had chocolate digestives. Russell Harty was funny and told a joke but wouldn't take his coat off. His joke was about Shakespeare and an actor playing Ophelia (none of us understood it except MK and she smiled and tutted).
Then we all told him our jokes.
Will: Bald man/comb/I'll never part with it.
Sam: Two pilots/loop de loop.
MK: You have acute paranoia/I came here to be cured, not admired.
AB: Doctor, Doctor/we needed the eggs.
Me: I meant to say pass the salt/manipulative bitch, you've ruined my life.
Anyway Russell Harty was cleverer and thinner than he seems on telly and said “doodah” (meaning “thing”) which we all liked. But wouldn't take his coat offâas previously mentioned.
Love, Nina
PS Marks & Spencer chocolate digestives. Very crunchy, but you can feel the grains of sugar.
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Dear Vic,
Misty has shaved. She did it to surprise her boyfriend but he doesn't like the look of it. Says it's not how he expected(?). She's philosophical but says the itching (regrowth) is driving her mad. She's using a calming powder. And has advised us never to do it (shave). Says if she could turn the clock back she would (turn it back).
Discussing bathroom routines: Misty said she shaves her legs (the whole leg) every other day. Pippa doesn't bother with legs but is religious re armpits. I've not bothered with armpits since living in France where
not
shaving was the norm. Misty says I shouldn't be influenced too much by what I saw there, especially as I live in England where men hate hairy women and would prefer them totally bald (bar the head). I
am
influenced though, especially as the armpit is such a tricky area to tackle with a razor.
Thought of the time Misty had breakfast with Pippa. While everyone else was eating Rice Krispies, Pippa sat shaving her legs with a Bic, dry, there at the table. Misty said it put her off her breakfast.
Which reminds me: we're all envious of your outing to the Weetabix factory, not that anyone of us is a big Weetabix eater, but MK likes outings and S&W like factories.