You know when your life has become a little over busy when you are on the phone to the bloke who sorts things like your pension out and are simultaneously making a casserole and potting up marmalade. I told the bloke on the phone of my multitasking and there was a sharp intake of breath – more because he didn’t think I’d been listening to him for the past hour rather than admiration at my not inconsiderable juggling act. Pah! All of that and writing reams of copy for everything from Swiss chocolate, Unilever collaborations, eggs cups, wedding proposals and branding to master data (whatever that is) has made life busy but very interesting. But in the midst of all of this there are others to think of… Sunday last was a Nanny day and the small people arrived at some ungodly hour whilst their mother swanned off shopping for the day. Thinking ahead and knowing the boredom threshold of a gnat that the 6 year old has, I had lined up all manner of entertainments and making and doing. The boy child immediately flaked out in front of the telly with his cars (because you are allowed to do such things at Nanny’s) and the smallest person traipsed around the house dragging unwilling dollies and singing snatches of Frozen (which, I have to say makes me feel vaguely homicidal…).
And so the day commenced. There was cake making – and I must admit that the EBG can pretty much get everything necessary out of the cupboard herself and knows which order it all goes into the bowl. They were a resounding success! I love this one!! When Pops finally
dragged himself off the golf course rescued me it was decided that a run round the fields would be just the thing on a freezing February day. Of course….. Actually the older two quite enjoyed it. Not so the smallest child who stood resolutely in the middle of the field and refused to move for anyone even when cake was the bribe of choice. She is such a baggage! But we had a lovely day. Relatively chilled, cakes, telly and an amount of cutting and sticking. And miles of non stop chat… The eldest girl child then decided that she was going to be the next David Bailey. Actually she didn’t do half badly with my camera and got the gist of getting people and things centered and focussed. Here are a few that she took – she’s 6. Not bad eh? And so the day drew to a close and we broke the post dry January wine out which seemed both fitting and very necessary! Blimey!