In the words of Mrs Fox from Roald Dahl’s amazing book Fantastic Mr Fox “My husband is a fantastic fox!”
I was listening to this song in the car the other day and it reminded me of poor tolerant Mr Fox. It is not always easy for this poor man to understand my artistic temperament [you can interpret that as you wish [evil smile]].
Mr Fox and I have two small foxes, Mini-Me (aka Gregory) and Mini-T (aka Michael).
Michael looks just like Mr Fox and definitely inherited his maths abilities [thank goodness he won’t come and ask me for help!].
He does, however, seem to have my love for bright colours:
Then there is my darling Greg. We fight all the time. That is what happens when the apple falls to close to the tree. I see myself in Greg all the time. I wrote this poem for Greg:
Words for my son
Words flow fluidly from my mind to pen, they come very easily to me;
So why is it when I speak to you, I just cannot seem to make you see;
That I love you, my most special boy, I am your number one fan;
It is a joyous journey to watch you becoming an extraordinary man;
You have an amazing mind, you’re like an adult when we engage;
It makes it hard to understand the teenage turmoil that within you must rage;
You make us smile when you sit laughing at some amusing situation in a book;
Although I can get really cross when you give me your uncooperative look;
My own teenage years are a fairly distant memory, but I do remember;
The emotional highs and lows, like the violent thunderstorms of December;
An adventurous and exploratory time in your life, bursting with so much possibility;
To take advantage, you need to control body and mind and take responsibility;
You are exceptionally empathetic and kind, you always give to others;
I take delight when I see you treating everyone as your sisters and brothers.
By Robbie Cheadle
Did I mention that Greg achieved distinctions in his exams for 6 subjects [My brag of the week!].