Sophie's Blog

Sophie’s Blog started life as e-mails written to my daughter-in-law to make her laugh while my son was away. Both are serving officers in the RAF, and initially married life for them was spent based at different stations (or sometimes different countries) and involved a considerable amount of mileage meeting at weekends and holidays. Sophie was a vehicle to keep us all close and in touch as a family. Our newest member, my daughter-in-law, was an inspiration and kept the momentum going throughout. Sophie we found had a voice, which was unique, she actually had a well honed sense of humour, which suited her personality and her ongoing battle with the necessary interloper ‘her’ and the love of her life ‘him.’ I was encouraged latterly by my Tutor Group on the first run out of the Open Universites creative writing course A363. This course was the icing that topped my Humanities degree. My tutor group and study buddies encouraged me; Sophie’s voice they laughingly said was very funny and her stories, they thought, had legs! Others said that both voice and stories were unsustainable over a period of time. These comments caught my imagination so as my son and daughter-in-law were now based together in the USA and were a willing audience I decided I would find out, firstly, if I would run out of ideas, secondly if I could sustain the voice; could I write as Sophie’s scribe for a year? We shall of course see. Now I will hand you over to the inimitable, the indomitable, La Grande Sophie.

Birthdays have a grounding effect on one, don’t you think? I sit on the windowsill and watch my world go by. What has happened in my world this year you ask? Well I carry on being the most beautiful that I can be. This is not difficult. I have a fabulous coat. I am well exercised and loved what more could I ask. I will tell you the secret of my fabulous life style. Conflict. Not too much. Not too little Just enough to keep me on my toes, and everyone else on theirs.

For instance there is a cat that crosses my garden. I do not like this; it shows disrespect. Considering he never goes next door where Murphy the terrible lives; shows you the magnitude of my problem. Jack the Collie who lives the other side does not have the c problem either. So why do you think Dear Puss uses my domain as a corridor. Jack says it is because I am a girl! Well one has to suffer these stupid remarks as he is rather handsome. However, I caught Puss waiting for the goldfinches yesterday, underneath the hydrangea, very crafty, this will not be tolerated. I will sleep on this problem and invent a remedy. Trust me.

I am of course
La Grande Sophie

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