Forgive me, it's Christmas and I am running very behind schedule! Firstly, thanks to all the kind comments about the book, I just wish we had touchy feely blog posts as you would have been able to feel how soft the leather was on that book spine ..... I digress ...
The Chinese Bracelet Christmas.
When my daughter was young, she was obsessed by people who had a foreign accent and loved to try and copy them. There was a memorable phase in her life where she was equally obsessed with 'Neighbours' and 'Flying Doctors' (or Flying Gockers as she called them). She would allocate everyone characters and we had to talk like that for a whole dinner time, my mum used to find this hysterical and was often pulled up on her impersonation of Helen Daniels 'It isn't that funny Nan, just talk like her, try it again'. And of course The Husband was totally bemused and could only say 'G'day Auntie Madge'.
About this time, the daughter was at play school (about 4 years old) and came home one day totally excited about a new girl who had started. The girl was called Sylvie-Ann and she was Chinese. (You can see what is coming here can't you?) Not only that, but she didn't know many English words, so we now had a whole new made up language to practise over dinner. But best of all was Sylvie-Ann's bracelet. The daughter was obsessed with all things Sylvie-Ann, and she had a lovely silver charm bracelet. All I heard about was Sylvie-Ann's bracelet and how the daughter was going to ask Father Christmas for one exactly the same. Now, F. C's chief elf was slightly concerned about this request and needed more details. 'I don't need to tell you what it looks like Mum, I've drawn a picture of it in the letter to Father Christmas that we made at play school today and Miss has sent them off for us'. I considered the possibility of inviting Sylvie-Ann for tea but as her mum spoke even less English than she did, I didn't think this was an option. It was getting closer to Christmas and I still hadn't seen this bracelet. I tried scouring the crowds of 4 year olds coming out of playschool to catch sight of the bracelet, but it was winter and all arms and wrists were covered up with winter coats and gloves.
Then we had a morning where mums could go in and watch a little play and I realised this was my only chance. I was dragged across the classroom to a rather bewildered little Chinese girl who had her wrist grabbed by the daughter and the bracelet in all it's glory was revealed. It was lovely. Clearly not from England. Delicate silver links had wonderful chinese symbols hanging from them. There were little animal charms including beautiful tiny elephants.
Now Santa's elf did her best and on Christmas morning, a little silver charm bracelet was unwrapped. There were no chinese symbols and certainly no elephants but there was a ballerina, a ballet shoe, a rabbit, and a letter 'R' - all things appropriate to the daughter. The husband and I held our breath ... she loved it! It was not only as good as Sylvie-Ann's it was better - phew! Every photo taken that Christmas day has the daughter proudly displaying her wrist - which has led to some strangely posed pictures. I really must get round to scanning them into the computer!