About time Script #1

I always knew we were a fairly odd family. First there was me. Too tall, too skinny, too orange. My mum was lovely, but not like other mums. There was something solid about her. Something rectangular, busy and unsentimental. Her fashion icon was the Queen. Dad, well, he was more normal. He always seem to have time on his hands. After giving up teaching university students on his 50th birthday, he was eternally available for a leisurely chat or to let win at table tennis. Yes. And then there was mums brother, Uncle Desmond. He was the most charming and least clever man you could ever meet. His mind was on other things, though we never found out what. And then, finally there was Catherine. Katie. Kit Kat. My sister. In a household of sensible jacket and haircuts there was this, well, what can I call her, nature thing.

Eternal: Something that is eternal lasts for ever. If you describe something as eternal, you mean that it seems to last for ever, often because you think it is boring or annoying.

With her elfin eyes, her purple T-shirts and her eternally bare feet, she was then, and still is to me, about the most wonderful thing in the world. All in all, it was a pretty good childhood. Full of repeated rhythms and patterns. By the time I was 21, we were still having tea on the beach every single day. Skimming stones and eating sandwiches, summer and winter, no matter what the weather. And  every Friday evening, a film, no matter what the weather. And once a year, the dreaded New Year's Eve party. 

Dreaded: Dreaded means terrible and greatly feared.