Little and strange

Firstly I want to apologise for neglecting this blog for so long. Not only had I failed to write posts but I hadn’t checked in to see if all was ok, not until I got word that the site had been hi-jacked by pirates who’d replaced content with a porn site. I am sorry if you visited during this disruption to service, especially if you did so by following a link from another sewing blog. I trust the sordid discovery didn’t lead you astray!

Do you get excited when a novel you much love gets made into a film? Or maybe you dread it, in case they haven’t made a good enough job?
Tomorrow sees the UK release of The Little Stranger, a ghost story based on a Sarah Waters novel of the same name. At the time the book was published I was living in a flat in Blackheath on the edges of Greenwich Park. We were renting the ground floor of what had once been an impressive (but not imposing) four-storey residence, one of many ‘Captains’ Houses’ once linked to the military personnel of the barracks in nearby Woolwich. It’s likely that the aristocratic family who lived in Hundreds Hall, the crumbling mansion at the heart of The Little Stranger, would have looked down on the kind of family that occupied Captain’s House, an attitude that is explored in the novel. But my Captain’s House outlived the dilapidating fate of Hundreds Hall, because once the austerity measures of the 1930s kicked in and families were no longer able to retain numerous servants required for the upkeep of such large homes, the houses in Blackheath were divided into spacious and bright flats and they’re very popular with young families like mine, couples and singletons of every age. Some rent for a few years before moving on, reluctantly so, because in comparison any other home seems rather ordinary.

Back of the house, Lemmy in the foreground left. Our flat was the one with the blue curtains, which I later made into dungarees!

One evening in the flat I hosted the monthly book club I’d recently joined, and we discussed The Little Stranger (my choice). It was fun. Despite drinking lots of wine I remember the evening well. Barbara was there. We laughed a lot, though that was not unusual. We rounded off the discussion by turning to one of my favourites themes: experiences of the supernatural. I have always struggled to believe in the supernatural yet nothing fascinates me more. Barbara and her husband Martin recounted a funny story of what had happened to them in a small hotel in France, when they encountered a mystery creature part ghost, part rat – their landlady refused to acknowledge the latter!

Barbara died in 2013. I’d assumed our friendship would grow over decades, in instalments, on the first Tuesday of the month but it now feels I knew her for but a fraction of my life. I knew that like me she loved Anne Tyler, Barbara Pym and cats who she treated like companions.

Martin arranged for Barbara’s memorial service to be in a church where she’d worked as a volunteer. A pale stone building in the City I had overlooked a hundred times as I’d rushed past it to and from work. It was Valentine’s Day, cold and stormy. When I returned home, I discovered Lemmy, my very old black cat, had suddenly become incapacitated. Lemmy had been with me for eighteen years, ever since I’d adopted him from CPL. He was forgiving of my having two children and so gentle with them that I’d named him jokingly Chief Babysitter. He died later that night. But the next time I passed Barbara’s church, something caught my eye that made me stop in my tracks. A picture of a cat had appeared, drawn in black on the church stone, small but defined, at my eye level. I felt instantly Barbara had sent me a mischievous message.

Of course I don’t really believe Barbara graffitied on a Grade 1 listed building, not even from the after life! It is more likely to be a coincidence. But every time I pass the church (the drawing is still there) I think of her, and of Lemmy and feel a kind of certainty that the three of us are infinitely linked.

If you watch the film, tell me what you think.

5 thoughts on “Little and strange

  1. I haven’t read the book. I must do. I haven’t experienced anything supernatural but retain an open mind.
    Yes, I visited your hijacked site through a link from your profile on PR. I had the devil’s job to get rid of it. I’m glad to say that I didn’t see anything untoward. Is that link now sorted?

    • Thanks for letting me know; I haven’t been to SPR in years, though it had been one of the most helpful websites to me. All should be ok now; the links either repaired or broken but safe.

  2. How did I miss your return? I only just spotted your next post about a tablecloth (haven’t read it yet) on my Bloglovin feed and came directly here although the Bloglovin link sent me to a blank page and I had to put Sew2Pro in the search to see how much I missed. I am supposed to be a follower but didn’t receive an email for either 2018 post, neither did I ever get directed to a porn site.
    Anyway, here now and I have just finished reading ‘The Little Stranger’ for the second time prompted by hearing about it being made into a film (although I thought I’d heard t.v. series). Have you seen it yet? Does it do the book justice? Obviously some of the actors – especially the one playing Caroline – are all far too good looking for the parts they play (I’ve seen the new book cover on Amazon) but there’s showbiz for you.
    I loved your fascinating story and it would be lovely to think people (and animals) who were close to our hearts can make themselves known to us once in a while from wherever they are. Though, preferably, not in a scary way.

    • Lovely to hear from you Lynn, and as always so much food for thought in your comments.
      Thanks for letting me know about not receiving notifications. I knew something was up and now we’ve identified the problem: we have a new host provider and it was set to notify only the first 200 on the list. Next time you should get an email, maybe even twice.
      As for TLS, I haven’t seen it yet but my friend found it rather underwhelming which probably put me off. I was a little shocked by the casting as I’d had such a strong vision in my head of what the characters looked like. Wasn’t that part of the story that Caroline and the doctor just couldn’t fancy each other enough to give it a go!

      • It was but I think he gave it a go in the end because he was so attracted to the house (and all it stood for) he suddenly found he could live with her shortcomings in the looks department. Gracious of him I’m sure 😑

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