When I was nine…

… I loved the rain, real pouring, can’t see your feet from the splashing rain. I would walk up the gutters letting my shoes fill with water until the socks slip-slid inside and imagined floating on the surface of the mini torrent, flying down the street, gurgling down a drain and emerging in a land of yellow with banks to roll down and small cakes to eat. And I would go home with my raincoat a shapeless saturated cape hanging off my slender shoulders and mum would sigh and rub me till I glowed pink and gave me small cakes for tea.

imageNow I enjoy blissful days like today when I walk a foot from the kerb and remember that little boy and put him in stories of bravery and fear and hope and, occassionally rain and forget to feed him cakes. And I go home and make myself some tea and think I’m not much different 50 years on…

…except that little boy really believed his imaginings might happen.

Which, I suppose, is as good an explanation of what age does as any, I think.

But at least I still have small cakes for tea.


About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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43 Responses to When I was nine…

  1. Small cakes for tea. So evocative of a far off world. Did you ever have Mr Kipling cakes? My grandma used to buy them because they looked posh and she couldn’t always be sodded baking for all of us.

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  2. Ritu says:

    Thank heavens for those small cakes! !!

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  3. ellenbest24 says:

    Frangipan fancies are memories from a far off time. But a good rub down with a rough towel until your ears went pink is one I’ll pass on now I’m growed.. Nice post.

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  4. KL Caley says:

    What lovely memories. KL ❤

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  5. Allie P. says:

    For the life of me, I don’t know why Americans haven’t appropriated tea time from you guys. I’d also be equally fine if we appropriated siestas too.

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  6. blondeusk says:

    Hmmmmmmmm yesssssss! Lovely post and now I want tea and cake!

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  7. Miriam says:

    What lovely memories, that you’re continuing today. Tea and cakes reminds me that it’s time to put the kettle on! 🙂

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  8. Judy Martin says:

    Oooh I do love a small cake too Geoff, and a lovely cup of tea! 🙂

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  9. M. L. Kappa says:

    Such a nice post, Goeff!

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  10. Lucid Gypsy says:

    Very touching, hooray for small cakes – and big ones!


  11. Sacha Black says:

    There’s no greater pleasure in life than a scone!

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  12. davidprosser says:

    That small boy remains inside all of us unless you happen to be of the female persuasion and I’m not sure about them at all. I think there might be a fight for the cakes.

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  13. Charli Mills says:

    You wrote straight to emotional heart of memory and rain. Somewhere deep in my DNA, rain still reminds me of my British Isle roots.

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  14. Cakes? Did anyone mention cakes? Have you tried Welsh Cakes, Geoff? They are very Welsh. Slow start, but towards the end they burst into life. A little like Saturday’s game I guess?

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  15. BunKaryudo says:

    Having the small cakes to eat is not a minor consolation in my book! It’s a major achievement. I sometimes think back to myself as a small boy, but I’m pretty confident I didn’t like walking with wet shoes, but cakes (small, medium or large) have featured in my daydreams at pretty much every stage of my life.

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  16. I hated getting rained on when I was little. it was years later, in my twenties, that I fully enjoyed a nice walk in the rain. Loved that. Now… I’m old and pull my coat over my head. But small cakes and tea? Well, that’s always good. Whatever your age.

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