22 June 2018 | No Thimbles In Here
Quite a few years ago now, not millennia, just decades, although some days it feels like it, come September when the nights were drawing in and once the sailing season had finished, every Sunday we'd be dressed up and dragged off to grannies for the day.
Now, this was in the days of radio; Round the Horn, Hancock's Half Hour, The Goon Show, classic comedy entertainment for the family and when television was in its infancy, both in terms of its development and the size of the screen. The only controls were Off and On, Horizontal and Vertical hold and a good belt on the side. If that didn't work, there then followed hours of yelled exchanges from the sitting room, up the stairs to the attic where dad would be crouched in the dark waggling the aerial.
"How about that?
And on it could go for hours.
And hence, unless there was something really special on, no one could be bothered with the palaver. (Strangely the tele ALWAYS magically worked for Songs of Praise. Another hour of torture for young kids at their grannies around the UK).
And so, we'd play what in Victorian times were known as Parlour Games. Singing around the piano, Blind Man's Buff and, the best, and recently brought back to mind, Hide the Thimble.
If you've never played the game, one player, and to bring it right up to date, let's call him, or indeed her, the Seeker, is sent from the room while the other, hides the thimble.
On returning to the room the Seeker has to search for the hidden thimble getting verbal cues in the way of direction finding, "You're cold, colder, getting warm, no; colder".
Well, that's been me in Scotland. Me. The kid who used to sail in a catamaran doing 10-20 knots and effectively sitting under a fire hose, of 12c salt water in APRIL. IN SCOTLAND, wearing only jeans, some sweaters and a yellow oilskin jacket. We were 'ard back then.
Now, for the last month, (Oh. You should have been here last week. It was lovely) we've moved from one of our children's and relatives homes to another getting cold, no, colder, warmer, no, colder still. And the warm bit was when we were driving between their frozen houses.
And so, it was something of a relief to walk off the AirTransat flight to Toronto yesterday into 28c.
Finally getting warmer.