You know Agatha, I was just looking into all the various vaccinations one needs for travelling around Asia, and it got me to thinking how lucky we are to be able to prevent some of those dreadful diseases in the western world. I was thinking about polio for example. What a terrible thing, and still prevalent in some countries. But it affected many people before the vaccine was introduced here in the 1950s.
Indeed my dear, and even some beyond the 1950’s. Don’t you remember the lovely Christopher Longden, such a wonderful boy and spent so much of his time in calipers.
Goodness yes Agatha, but he was so incredibly plucky and then of course there is the dear departed Ian Dury, not that his disability stopped him from achieving great things.
By jingo Mary, yes. What a revolutionary chap he was. Do you remember when we danced like lunatics to his tunes? I do think it’s fair to say that we got a better reaction than when we Charlestoned for the first time at Charlie Fairweathers! Of course, that was back in the day when we were young enough to fling our bodies about with gay abandon?
Well speak for yourself darling, I seem to remember that there was a certain amount of gay abandon at the belly dancing show at Christmas. But of course my flexibility is not what it was. Gone are the days when we could touch our toes dear.
Ah yes, the 1970s. The decade that fashion forgot, but the music was certainly life changing. And, doesn’t it seem as if things were much simpler in those days? We just had a few too many ciders and danced with our friends. Nowadays there is not so much dancing.
I’m afraid you’re quite right Agatha. But of course in our day the evening started much earlier and with just a couple of strong ciders!
Quite so dear one. It seems that today the youngsters don’t even go out until midnight, which could explain why they seem to be obsessed with taking photographs of themselves and putting them on social media. It really makes one wonder if they actually know how to let themselves go?
Or even talk to one another! Goodness me, the debates and larks we’d have. Of course, we were as they say ‘living the moment’ rather than taking a snapshot of it. I do believe that makes all the difference.
Yes, one does wonder dear. And if they don’t know how to enjoy the moment, as you say, then how do they manage to make real friendships? It’s all incredibly distressing. If everything they do is through the lens, nothing is actually real.
Quite dear, mobile devices and the internet are all well and good for keeping in touch, but when they control your behaviour, well, that’s quite another thing entirely.
No wonder society is going down the jolly old drain. But what can one do dear?
Well I do hope that on our spiffingly exciting travels we’ll be able to encourage people to enjoy each other’s company. Talk about their lives, good and bad, spend a whole evening chatting about music, books, films, politics – what is going on in the world, rather than just taking pictures, modifying them with apps and posting them up on social media to count how many likes they have in order to make yourself feel good.
Gosh dear, you seem quite incensed by this!
Well confound it Agatha, I do believe I am. And it’s because I have been alive long enough to know what really makes one happy.
Aren’t we getting a bit philosophical dear? But, please, do tell… Is it cake, gin that type of thing?
Well of course those things certainly help. But I have concluded that friends are the thing.
It goes without saying dear one. Good friends are absolutely vital to a long and happy life. Whoever you are. They get you through the ups and downs of life.
Yes, and given that we are currently in a bit of a gloomy dip, I count you and my other dear friends as the reasons I stay cheerful despite what the politicians and the media want us to feel.
Guacamole has always struck me as rather a gloomy dip. I mean, it starts off all green and lush, but quickly turns brown and unpleasant.
Yes dear. Not quite what I meant, but you have a point of course.
Being rather silly, and porridge oats.
I think you need a large gin Agatha.
I always need a large gin, Mary dear, but in this case I was simply recalling one of my favourite lines from Reasons to be cheerful part three. Ian Dury and the Blockheads, a fine song and full of rather wonderful lines.
Too short to be haughty, too nutty to be naughty, going on 40.
Oh yes. Shall we put it on the stereo and have a listen. It will take us back to our younger years.
The hair and makeup – do you remember?
I try to forget Agatha dear. But I do have plenty of happy memories of that time. Do you remember when we spent the summer at your cousin Isabel’s olive farm in Italy?
Oh yes indeed I do. I particularly remember the scrapes we got ourselves into. Gianni comes to mind. Isabel’s top picker. I do recall one sultry night when he ‘picked’ you out. We’d became quite frantic about you when you hadn’t returned by the small hours.
Oh really Agatha, I thought the days of you reminding me of that had long passed. You know perfectly well that Gianni was not entirely responsible for my dress getting entangled in the olive nets. It was merely an accident owing, I believe, to rather a luscious supply of Chianti and Gianni’s Italian charm. As you well know I was merely trying to understand what he was saying. I think he was explaining the finer points of harvesting the fruits, it all seemed terribly romantic of course.
Did the Count ever find out?
Well, nothing really happened of course, but he did punch Gianni in the nose later that year. He told me at the time it was all over some silly argument about the offside rule…. (both ladies look blank)…. but I think he was really protecting my reputation.
Oh but the jolly capers and scrapes we got into, they are the glue that cements a friendship, don’t you think?
Of course, that and learning how to belly dance together.
And helping each other. You were totally spiffing in Egypt last year. I don’t believe I would have managed to get over that rotter Binky without your help and counsel. I’d have probably gone into a total funk after he tried to pinch my jewels.
You would do the same for me dear. Let’s have some of that delicious Black Forest Gateau Mabel has constructed. That will also take us back to the 1970s dear one.
How absolutely marvellous dear. Cheers, and here’s to fabulous friendships!
Indeed. To friendships!