Do you know what I’d like to do now? “No. What?”
Get out of this tent you built us.
“Oh me too. It’s really dreadful, Mum.” Well let’s go then, dear. What’s to stop us? “Absolutely nothing. You’re right. Let’s do it.”
“My sister goes off to buy the curtain material you have set your heart on but someone else has bought it. All 36 yards of it…. you write that you “could weep”.
“And when she suggests you come with her and your granddaughter on a trip to the nearest big city one hundred miles away, your first reaction is that you can’t do it. All that traipsing around … You must have been about 80 at the time, Mum.”
But then you think … Ah. Curtains, and off you go. You search and search … but in all the city you cannot find the material you so want.”
“For you still have “that lovely butter yellow” in your “mind’s eye.”
“Your letter to me is dated February.”
“It’s very cold outside and you look at your curtains, thinking – “life is passing me by and I can’t stand them any longer”.
My sister brings you a sample of fabric from the nearest town – “Butter yellow linen with peonies” – just what you want.”
“You choose the paint and can’t sleep that night for thinking how you will redecorate your room.”
“The other day I found one of your letters amongst some papers.”
Is it a nice letter, dear?
“It’s lovely, Mum. It’s a saga, that’s what you call it, about desiring and obtaining some new curtain material. You wanted that fabric so greatly.” Me and my materials. Your father used to call them my “schmutter”. Which curtains were these then?
You forget how old you are, you know, and time does pass. “What do you mean?”
Well, do you know who you look like now … in that hat?
You look just like me, dear.
“Of course you’re in the cartoon, Mum.”
Well I thought you wouldn’t leave me out. After all, this project is called “Syb & Me” … and I’m the Syb.
… and then there’s the cat of course.
If I’d known you weren’t putting me in your cartoon … I wouldn’t have worn my hat.
It’s a great disappointment, dear. You know that don’t you.
I think it’s quite unkind of you.
If you really want to make a cartoon about love … I don’t think you are an expert, dear.
You didn’t exactly have lots of boyfriends… not like me, I mean.
“I appreciate your suggestion, Mum, but I don’t want to cartoon a cat. I’ve been thinking that I would like to do a cartoon about…..”