Today is my step sisters birthday, Happy Birthday Liz!
She is 5 months younger than me, we met at school when we were about 6 or 7. Her father used to call us the terrible twins. We attended brownies together and it was during those days of lift sharing that our parents met (I may save that story for when I’m feeling braver…)
Over the years I have many many memories of our time together as friends and sisters, our shared holidays with the parents usually involved the general mischief that teenage girls get up to, mostly involving boys, we were scarily innocent really.
I remember hurrying to the pier in Exmouth because of a cute pair of twins who liked to fish there we were about 11 then. They were from Lancashire and didn’t seem to mind us hanging around to much, I’m in touch with one of them still after all this time. There were the chaps who threw pebbles at our window one year, again in Exmouth, though how they expected us to get down from the first floor I have no idea!
Spain stays with me because at 15 we were given too much rope by our parents in retrospect, we spent a lot of our time with the other 15/16 year olds on the campsite of various nationalities and it was our first holiday where we discovered the joys of drinking – not in the binge drinking way the youngster seem to be now ( How old do I sound!) but we were amazed by how much vodka the Spanish actually put in a vodka and lime! After a night out there we were staggering together back through the campsite I was part dragging her as she seemed unable to support herself when I saw her father approaching “Liz – it’s your Dad” Instantly sober and upright we walked back with him, I’m still not sure how she pulled it off or if we actually did pull it off at all, I may have to ask him one day.
My favourite holiday was a in St. Jean du Mont, France. It’s a beautiful area of lovely beaches, warm sea and blue skyies, such colours! This time we were away with Liz’s cousin Nicola as well, after spending time lolling around on the beach we got chatting to four chaps from Paris, bronzed Adonises! they were camping near our caravan site, it was more an adventure in language and culture than anything else. Nicola could speak better french than us and we managed to struggle along, the hilarity over “car blue” where adjectives got swapped around never fails to raise a smile, Laurent had an obsession with the word “Pudding” and made us say it over and over. They were drinking Malibu and pineapple one day (mid afternoon!) and one of the chaps said “Ooo la la Malibu, ” that became a kind of mantra that springs to mind every time I see a coconut. During lunch one day Liz refused to share someones burger due to being vegetarian, they just couldn’t understand it! Nicola had to explain vegetarianism without knowing the actual french word, which translated came across as “Liz doesn’t eat small animals” not quite right but it caused some laughter. Good times.
We lived in different parts of England as we grew up, after leaving home I moved South about the time she was moving North, we would meet up at Christmas to try and play “Triv” whilst drinking up the festive spirit, often too much!
So on her birthday, not a big one yet, I enjoy that prospect later this year… I’d like to say thanks to Liz for being my sister and Cheers! I hope you enjoy your day and any mad metal music and drinkies that may involve!