Clare's Table

A table without people is not a table I want to sit at, which is why I leave my table in the kitchen, with its bowl of two apples, one banana and an orange. I push my supper tray into the living room, secure on the trolley, my glass of sherry wobbling slightly as the wheels make the jump from lino to carpet. I pull up my trousers and sit back onto the sofa, surprised at the humpf I make. An old person’s sound. It happens a lot these days. I pull the trolley towards me and voila! – a table for one.  My knife and fork are placed either side of the plate, on which sits a pork chop, two boiled potatoes, a spoonful of peas and a splodge of mustard. It is my Tuesday supper. I take a sip of the sweet sherry and then, with the push of a button, I invite my guests to join me. Today, Murray and Nadal. My boys. I am happy they are here, sharing in my little banquet from their centre court.

 - Anna Todd, Haslingfield

 

Auntie Clare, photo A. Todd

Auntie Clare, photo A. Todd