Letter to Rebecca #24-06
Illness, tea, fake photos, Jane Austen, literal interpretation, persiflage
Dear Rebecca
Thank you for your recent epistle. Before I go any further, may I just say that if people canāt comment on this post, Iāve probably accidentally made the comments open to paid subscribers only, like I did last time. If thatās the case, they can let me know in the comments. Oh, hang onā¦ š¤
The next thing I should like to say, in order to enlist your sympathy in the hope of causing you to think twice or more before hurling your usual jibes and insults my way, that I have been rather poorly. Someone we heard of had this chest infection for two months! Someone I know had it for four weeks. Iām now in my fourth week and it has almost gone. Almost. Hereās a photo to prove what a dilapidated state Iām in, a mere shadow of my former vibrant, vital self, doomed to be an outcast from the realms of healthy society:
Iām not sure why, but my face in that picture looks blue, even though I used a green pen.
In your letter you said:
āIt was years before I discovered that āthe sorting officeā was a large building located on a busy industrial estate in our nearest town rather than a Dr Whoās Tardis-like cave directly beneath every pillarbox.ā
Wait! You mean that isnāt the case??
As weāve both been reading Jane Austen, and you have even been to the Austen museum, I thought you might appreciate the quote from one of her letters (below). Funnily enough, Iād been reading about Austenās size and clothing a few days before your post came out. As I think you said, she was very slim (US size 2) but also very tall, so she must have been like a lamppost. She had to make all her own clothes or have them made by a dressmaker, and as they became worn out she would repurpose them into a different item of clothing. In one of her letters she wrote:
āI cannot determine what to do about my new Gown; I wish such things were to be bought ready made.ā
That was in, I believe, 1799, and ready-to-wear clothing for women didnāt become widely available in England for another hundred years.
I donāt know about you, but I often think about how easy life is for us compared to even, say, fifty years ago: ready meals, affordable freezers, microwaves, travel. But it had never occurred to me how much easier life is now that we can just walk into a shop and select something to wear off a rail, or even by ordering online.
Incidentally, the information about Austenās clothing, size and letter came from Kathryn Hughesā New York Review of Books review of Jane Austenās Wardrobe, by Hilary Davidson, Yale University Press, 2023.
Changing the subjectā¦
You said:
āTerry, the camera never liesā¦.ā
Seriously? Look at this faked pic of my mum and dad. They didnāt look like that at all!
Your conversation in Germany made me laugh:
āPardon?ā he replied. āDo you mean that youāre seeking to get a sore throat?ā
That reminds me of Tommy Cooper and his joke about Margate1: (The video should start at the relevant bit, but if not go to 15 minutes and 57 seconds.)
So you ran out of tea bags? That shows to me that you are not a serious tea drinker. We always have enough tea, with even boxes of tea bags on stand-by, just in case. We take the view that you never know when the British army is going to drop in.
Mind you, we did almost run out tea a few months ago. However, we rescued the situation just in time. It took me ages to cease being emotionally traumatised by the experience. In fact, even thinking about it now has caused me to have one of my turns, so Iām off to have a lie down.
Look after yourself, Becks.
Terry
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A seaside resort in England.
Glad youāre on the mend.
We do take for granted how easy life is today. Look how I can comment on letters between two folks in the UK instantaneously.
I hope you feel better soon, and your cats are keeping you good company, and your tea is perfect in every way, every time. Love the part about Jane Austen's wardrobe - my library doesn't have that particular book, so I'll suggest they get it. Your girlfriend in your wonderful drawing looks concerned . . .