My Mother’s Voice

Alzheimer’s being the conniving thieving bitch that  it is, my mother wasn’t herself in the final years of her life. The  woman I visited in the Alzheimer’s special care unit was a stranger wearing my mother’s skin but not much else, like the invasion of the body snatchers had taken place, month after month beneath the surface, until one day we looked and the woman we knew was gone, replaced by some alien being. An imposter. Intruder alert. Intruder alert. She died back in 2012. Don’t worry; I won’t be getting maudlin on you.  My real mother–not that stranger in a wheel chair, head nodding on her shoulder–is who I want to think about today.  My real mother —Enid Maude Good nee Hayden, a prim, old-fashioned name, perhaps the only thing about her I didn’t love— was British-born and had a lovely London lilt to her voice her whole life even though she left England in the mid-1950’s. I suppose at thirty, her vocal patterns were already frozen in place.  Sounding like a cross between

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Bridget Jones Diary. On location in London. #BriFri


I just found British Isles Friday post which I shared over on Chapter1-Take1.com directly from London when my hubby and I visited in May. I'm not sure what happened, whether I lost my connection or just forgot to share it with my fellow Anglophiles following Joy Weese Moll's British Isles Friday meme. I'm making up for that now, adding some additional photos from Borough Market where Bridget Jones flat was actually above the Globe Tavern.



No matter how we felt about the sequels, we all fell in love with Bridget in Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones Diary. Most of us saw a bit of ourselves in her, whether it was the overeating, over-imbibing misfit or the plucky lost girl who refused to give up, her honesty about her own flaws and foibles helped us laugh at ourselves. Rene Zellweger with her brave British accent channeled Bridget’s flirty spirit.


Hidden under the arches of London Bridge at the Globe Tavern in Borough Market is the flat where Bridget lived. I'm not sure if this young woman was waiting for Colin Firth or Hugh Grant to show up. She may be waiting still!


The market closes its doors at night, the stalls all shuttered up tight. 
But not to worry, there are so many restaurants surrounding the market area, the joint really is jumping.


Just down the street is #5 Bedale Street, the spot where Colin Firth and Hugh Grant brawled ineffectually in the street like a couple of old women in a catfight.


Shame on me, I left my notes back at our hotel so we didn't find the location for the fight scene. I think it's just through this tunnel. Hmmm. I wonder if that's a legitimate excuse to go back to London next year?


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  1. So much fun to see movie locations in real life.

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  2. Oh what a fun post! I can't wait to see those places in person. I loved Nottinghill and Bridget Jones' Diary. Didn't see the second Bridget movie though.

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