No ironing of any consequence has been carried out since before my knee surgery. This morning we began a blitz on the backlog, finishing the task after lunch.
Some 35 years or so ago Jackie, clearly influenced by her talented and entertaining father, Don Rivett, made a little book for a very young nephew who was rather fascinated by
Recently Helen returned it to her and I scanned its front cover and pages yesterday.
This frontispiece ditty with accompanying captioned drawings is typical of the family humour.
There is a page of dedication containing the first of the photographed cut from
publications sought out by the author. The recipient may have found it easier than some to follow the ignoring suggestion;
the direction to lift opens a cut out box revealing
the knees featured on the next page.
Clearly we don’t have to ignore these.
Rhyme links some pages,
Some, linked thematically have no captions;
others inspire a little verse;
or contain random selections.
Further cut-out panels, without the need for lifting panels,
reveal further knees.
Neat little rhymes continue;
as do witty little vignettes.
Inspiration comes from a variety of sources,
not the least of which is this double page set of footballers,
and their following pages.
‘Kneels on wheels’ is particularly delightful;
perhaps not so what is revealed by the next cut-out block:
When handing over this masterpiece, Helen hoped it was not too sensitive a subject.
This evening we dined on a tender slow-roasted gammon joint; Jackie’s succulent ratatouille and piquant cauliflower cheese with creamy mashed potato. The Culinary Queen drank Hoegaarden while I consumed more of the Malbec.