Malta June 2007
Introduction
Once upon a time,
many years ago, (24th March 1957 to be precise), in a land far away, at least far away from where I am now, I was born, I being Chris, amongst many other things, to all but my Mum who has always called me Christopher. I supposed she has earned that right at least.
This will come as a shock and disappointment to many people who think that I was not born but merely evolved from something that nobody actually could identify, except maybe Darwin had he the opportunity.
So there you have it . . . . . . . . . !
Ok, so maybe I should put it all down here, even if it is just so that I can remember though I don't think I will forget it in a hurry now. So if you are interested then please read on, if not, then go away and stop wasting your time and my bandwidth, Hehe !
I was born 7.40 am, March 24th 1957 in the Maternity Wing, of the David Bruce Military Hospital, Mtarfa, Malta, Yeh ! Yeh . . . . ! I got the Birth Certificate to prove it, a big cardboard one, with two 1d stamps on, not like the silly paper ones they turn out in the UK now. First time I ever willingly got up that early, though maybe it wasn't willingly, only my mum can answer that one and I'm not going to ask her.
My Dad ?, he was a writer in the Royal Navy, at the time stationed / based on Manoel Island in Marsamxett Habour, north of Valetta and My Mum, well at least for a brief period spent her spare time chasing at least one Matlot. Bet it didn't take long to catch him. They lived in Paola at the time with my big brother Mick, must have been 4/6 at the time ?.
We all left Malta when I was about three, I think, to return to Portsmouth, England, (I'm English not UKish), in and around which I have lived the rest of my life, so far. I've spent many evenings listening to my parents with their friends, reminisce about the Good and Happy time they spent in Malta, looking through old black and white photo albums with pictures of me doing things of which, if I'm honest, I have no recollection whatsoever. But I've always been quick to let people know "I wasn't born here, I was born in Malta". Why ? I don't know, or at least I didn't, but I have always wanted to return just to see, which is where this memoir, so to speak, begins.
Are you sitting comfortably ?
Then I'll begin . . . . (it's about now everyone leaves.)
As a birthday present for my 50th birthday, my family gave me a holiday, that Kathy had somehow arranged without my knowledge. It was all booked and arranged, kids absence from school authorised, etc. The only strange thing was that Kathy had previously asked me to book leave from work for the school half term but had given me the wrong dates by a week. But me being me I didn't put 2 and 2 together or anything else for that matter.
So I have made it a 'page a day' covering the dates from 3rd June 2007 to 10th June 2007. Mainly to avoid one really long page as well as allowing me to include more photos. Now it is time to go or click here to read about Sunday 3rd June
(You can of course use the menu on the left towards the top of this page to roam around.)
