Home Cooking and Family Friends

Tonight I was able to enjoy a lovely homecooked meal, a welcome change from the repetitive cyle of the university dining hall. My parents know a couple in Sheffield who they met once or twice when they were living in Scotland. The couple were nice enough to invite me round for dinner and a chat. Its funny meeting people who met you when you were little, I felt like I should know them and in fact it almost did feel like I knew them in someway. Part of this was probably their hospitality. A good time was had by all, I felt. I know I thoroughly enjoyed sharing life with some people not living in the academic world.

The bizaare thing about this evening was that I was unaware that they did not know my parents very well, the fact that they had not kept in touch was not suprising but I half expeceted the night to be a recollection of the old days. In truth I had to almost retell my parents life-stories, quite an odd experience. As most of you reading this probably know, public speaking is not my forte, and storytelling definietly not one of my strong points. I have a great deal of respect for people who can tell a good story, defintely a skill that I feel is undervalued in our society. Anyway, if any of you have any tips on how to tell stories I would love to hear them.