No sooner had we arrived home from Italy, than Eldest Daughter, Partner and their 3 kids came to stay – a bit of a challenge in a small flat, but they are lovely and easygoing and we thoroughly enjoyed having them.
I tend to collect craft things to do when I see them in a sale, and EGD and StepGD both went for the silk painting. SGD enjoyed it so much that I found her outside on the balcony in the pitch dark painting away. I went and got Hub’s head torch for her, and here she is – her reflection in the window.
I’ve also decided that the bit of garden at the side of the house, where nothing can grow, will make an excellent Grandkids’ Stone Garden. I’d already collected some flat stones from the beach, and poster paints and clear varnish, so we spent some time painting and varnishing stones and ‘planting’ them on the garden. I like this project – it means that all the grandkids can paint stones whenever they come down, and put them in the bed, and it will tell a story.
They all taffied off on Saturday morning, and Hub callously went too – they went home, he to his parish mission near Plymouth. I was left like Cinderella, gazing at mountains of washing and cleaning up. I got it all done – good job I’d had the holiday to recharge my batteries! The good thing is, I get to eat up all the cake and pudding leftovers And – aha! – there’s still a piece of fudge left over from our excursion to Brixham. I’m going to be like Pooh, and take it into a corner, so nobody can interrupt it
Today I’m pulling together all the threads for the Deacons’ Day of Reflection this Saturday, which I’m organising. And telling myself
Why I still panic after all these years is a mystery Except it’s a long time since I did this sort of thing …
Right. After all that I DESERVE that fudge
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