Never mind the arrival of the Daily Mail in the region, the big news yesterday was that Louis has a girlfriend. “She’s called Elisa. They even kissed on the lips,” Leo told us when he came home from school. He was more scandalised than my mother was when I showed up at home with dreadlocks. Actually come to think of it, she wasn’t remotely scandalised.
Anyway, Leo was shocked. Disgusted from Tunbridge Wells. Then this evening he came home looking all pleased with himself.
“I kissed Louis’ girlfriend,” he told me happily chomping on a carrot.
“Didn’t he mind?” I asked.
“We was hiding,” he replied, somewhat smugly. This girl spells trouble, at four years old. So does my son.
“Mummy, who will I marry?” Leo asked after a minute or two.
“Who do you want to marry?” I asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe Louis’ girlfriend,” he said. “But definitely someone with long hair.”
Talking of marriage – one of the ways they may illustrate the Mail serialisation of the book is to show me ten years ago at our wedding (June 1998) and compare the picture with me now, wearing the same dress. Here is an exclusive sneak preview. The photographer kindly said I could publish it for free with a credit. His name is Ben Lister and his website is www.benlister.com.
When I sent my mother the picture she called to say how amazing it was that I could still get into the same dress ten years on. What most readers of the Mail won’t realise is that the back wasn’t done up.
So the pressing question of the day, apart from who will Leo marry, is when did my rib-cage grow, and why?
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008