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Lizzie Enfield<br />
Notes from North Village<br />
Illustration by Joda, jonydaga.weebly.com<br />
I’m searching through emails from Esteemed Editor.<br />
I say this more because I’m fond of alliteration<br />
than because I hold him in any… (Note to ed. Only<br />
joking). I find the first email I ever sent him.<br />
We’d been to a press lunch at the fabulous Indian<br />
Summer restaurant. The body of the mail read<br />
along the lines of “nice to meet you. Give me work<br />
one day!” but the subject heading was “Ancient<br />
Greek Scrabble.”<br />
Well, you know how it is, or you would if you lived<br />
in North Village, where kids go to school and study<br />
hard and spend their spare time Scrabble rousing.<br />
Seriously, Other Half and I went away recently. We<br />
wondered what the offspring might get up to in<br />
our absence. When we got home, it appeared new<br />
heights of debauchery had been reached: the 18<br />
year old had several friends around for an evening<br />
of… Scrabble and hot chocolate. We reassured each<br />
other, “she’ll probably go off the rails at university.”<br />
Our house is not quite Ab Fab and I’m not quite<br />
‘Edina’, but I am vaguely embarrassed that the list<br />
of teenage misdemeanors runs to only two.<br />
1) Eldest went to London, supposedly with a friend<br />
and her father. Turned out they went ON THEIR<br />
OWN “to see the Hockney exhibition at the Royal<br />
Academy…”<br />
2) Same child woke me in the early hours, secreting<br />
gang into the kitchen, calling out, “it’s just Gemma.”<br />
I find the whole of the brass section of the youth<br />
orchestra, discussing cadences VERY LOUDLY.<br />
While I suspect there may be worse things, which<br />
I don’t know about, there is also a sweet level of<br />
innocence, which I do.<br />
There’s a story. It’s about whether ‘coit’ is a word.<br />
Teens have never heard of it, even in the ‘coitus<br />
interruptus’ context. I am about to relay the story to<br />
those at the lunch where I met Esteemed Editor.<br />
Because of the way I set up the story, I don’t quite<br />
get to the punch line.<br />
“I was playing French Scrabble with my daughter<br />
last night,” I begin and everyone starts falling about<br />
piss taking.<br />
I know how it sounds. I start furiously pédalage<br />
arrière (back pedalling).<br />
Pédalage doesn’t score many points but it helps you<br />
with your French GCSE, “which was the next day.<br />
Which is why we were playing French Scrabble. We<br />
don’t normally.”<br />
Peut-être I protest too much.<br />
“Where do you live?” asked Esteemed Ed. (Note to<br />
ed. That’s three times in one piece I’ve glorified you.<br />
You owe me fine wine).<br />
I mention a street in the ‘North Village’.<br />
“Fits,” someone else, says. “Wouldn’t be surprised if<br />
they played Scrabble in Ancient Greek there.”<br />
“You’d be surprised at the plethora of words and<br />
kudos gained by playing,” I quip but the joke falls<br />
diamérisma – flat.<br />
Still, if you start that on a triple-word score and the<br />
M lands on a double letter, it’s 51 points. So there…<br />
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