A few weeks ago, I returned from Canada so I thought it might be nice to share some photos with you. We (my buddy, Christine and I) visited Ottawa then headed off to Winnipeg to see my sister and niece. We finished up in Toronto for a few days of chill time.
I hadn’t seen my sister and niece for eight years and before that visit, another eight.
This time was different: I realised how much I missed them. Maybe it’s because we’re all getting older. Maybe it’s because I’ve recently lost some friends and family and Mistress Time is reminding me that she’s a great healer but still stops for no one.
My sister, Jude, is seven years my senior. When I was ten, she was seventeen and living in London, training to be a nurse. We weren’t the greatest of friends during childhood, and when we did meet up, we seemed to relive all the arguments and disagreements we’d had as kids. We tried but hardly ever got past that.
Jude did have her uses though. As teenagers, my friend and I headed off to London once a month, and Jude provided somewhere free to stay! During the day, we scoured Portobello Road for way out bargains and cruised Carnaby Street for fashion. At night we headed to the latest clubs and danced the night away. We were Mods in those days (for those of you who don’t remember, Mods were obsessed with style and attention to detail and were the polar opposite to our Rockers rivals with their scruffy dress and leather jackets!).
But too busy with having such great fun with my friend, I never spent much time with Jude.
I used to wish I could turn back the clock and make up for all those wasted years of petty squabbles. And on this trip, I’m happy to say that we managed to do exactly that.
Which just goes to show that it’s never too late!
Karen Klyne 