Monday, 14 December 2015
This may sound fatuous, but I do like children, especially tiny ones. The youngest are rarely self-conscious and just wriggle about doing their own version of Pilates or suddenly decide to take naps in the middle of the carpet, which I often want to do at parties. They are not at all shocked or disapproving if you join them on the floor, as I did, for I wanted to see if I too could tuck my feet behind my head. You can't really get away with this sort of thing when all your guests are adults.
I was a bit worried that the children would be bored, for we have no proper toys. However, we have a large collection of toy owls--owl cushions, owl doorstops, woolly owls, brass owls, wooden owls--plus my old, immensely long-suffering teddy bear and a hedgehog cushion. I assembled them all together in the sitting-room, and I think my small guests were a bit awed that one grown-up could own so many owls. They consumed milk, chocolate biscuits and cake, played with the owls and made them a nest, and I felt our "elevenses" was as successful as a dinner party.
"Elevenses" is a meal you will know if you read the Paddington Bear books as a child. Although Paddington is himself Peruvian,the Paddington Bear books are as English as English can be. Paddington has a mid-morning snack with his friend Mr Gruber, a very English Hungarian who keeps an antique shop in London's Portobello Road. Mr Gruber calls this snack "Elevenses," and it generally involves a cup of cocoa.
Afterwards I walked my guests through the woods to the bus stop, but despite the rain, the children were in no hurry. The youngest was fascinated by the stream and stood about staring at it, looking like an illustration in a classic English (or Scotttish) children's book. When I was three and four, I lived in England, and I have very fond memories of being three and four and playing in woods. In fact, I like everything and everyone that reminds me of that time which is yet another reason why I fell for B.A.
Posted by Mrs McLean at 16:47
Labels: Dinner Parties
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I love Paddington :) And also food with little people.ReplyDelete
I love this! The youngest are rarely self-conscious and just wriggle about doing their own version of Pilates or suddenly decide to take naps in the middle of the carpet, which I often want to do at parties.ReplyDelete
This post warmed my heart. Thank God for "fake Aunties" (a name a good friend gave herself as my kids call her Aunty). They truly make life more lovely for mothers but especially their children. I'm sure those little ones loved visiting your house and enjoyed their "Elevenses". Don't worry too much about toys. Often novelty creates the most fun anyway.ReplyDelete
Aussie Girl in NZ
Endangered species, those Peruvian bears ;) Glad you were able to entertain the toddlers and their Mum; I still love & appreciate my 'Aunts' and 'Uncles' (close family friends of my parents) who were so good to us as kids... and who doesn't love Paddington!ReplyDelete
And the owls sound like fun! You could pop miniature owls all round the room for the kids to find; treasure hunt with a chocolate Piernik prize...