Let me just begin Dear Reader with a cautionary tale. Should you find yourself ever ‘invited’ to assist with the erection of a plastic greenhouse in the boiling heat, with the assurance that it ‘will only take 10 minutes’, resist at all costs! It was so I found myself at the home of my friend Ms M on Sunday morning with the aforesaid assurances, losing pounds in sweat (which is perhaps no bad thing) as we toiled and struggled to put the bloody thing up. The offending article came with bugger all instructions, a billion parts and was the equivalent of the Krypton Factor of greenhouses. The air was beyond blue… Eventually, an hour and a half later and several pounds lighter I emerged from my plastic sauna and we repaired for a spot of lunch to look out across the sea.
Saturday night was spent with girlfriends watching the Eurovision. Now, I am not half as sad a muppet as the ACL who studies the form of the competition with an interest that borders on unhealthy but I do quite enjoy the occasional car crash song – Albania comes to mind this year and I do chortle at Mr Norton’s remarks. We had a fab bbq and a Pavlova of truly epic proportions (sadly no pictures) and we sat in replete appreciation throughout.
Also on the most social weekend ever’s agenda was dinner with the small people as TG has now gone and left us all for 6 months. They (and I am not being biased because they are my grandchildren – I would say really) are the best behaved children in the world and we had a lovely time eating too much, looking at boats and generally chit chatting. There were lots of hugs and some very wet kisses (from the baby boy – puhlease Dear Reader) and we repaired off to Mr and Mrs Folly’s for the remainder of the evening and what had been a really lovely weekend.
He is beyond cute!
Mutual admiration society?
So, I am faced with 6 months left to my own devices. In between work (and a new job therein), the ‘business’, rehearsals for Calendar Girls which kicked off last night, The Other Child’s baby due at the end of the Summer and The Child off to university, I don’t think I’ll be bored. I might be a bit lonely though, but it isn’t forever. I’m crossing off the days as we speak…