Feeling rather blurry and out of focus today, probably because of lack of sleep. Actually, it wasn't too bad last night - but the night before (Friday) I just tossed and turned while Grandson slumbered on beside me. He slept, like the little angel he is, from 7pm to 7.20am, so I didn't have to leap from my bed too early. And the weather yesterday was lovely. We tootled off to see the donkeys and feed them carrots. (Grandson always eats a carrot or two too.) We passed the sheep (maa, maa) and the cows (moo, moo) on the way, and after the donkeys, goats and chickens had been visited, we sat in the sunshine at the Garden Centre eating our lunch. It was a repeat of many of our lovely days out when Daughter and he lived close by, so he really enjoyed it, and then we came back and watched "Ratatouille" again, and again. In fact, it's quite a good film, so I wasn't driven mad by the repetition. Grandson ate all his supper (toast and ham again - his version of pizza!) and went cheerfully to bed, and to sleep, without a murmur of protest.
I have been given a quick piece of copy to write for a Newspaper Advertisement by my old Advertising Friend, so I sat yesterday evening mulling it over and jotting down a few thoughts. Then I downed a couple of glasses of fizzy rose after dinner and had an early night. Not the most exciting day, but very enjoyable. And a good sleep, so I'm catching up.
It's gloriously sunny again today, so I'm going off for a walk by the Sea - Daughter has just collected Grandson and they have gone off to pick up a bicycle which Hon. Grandaughter has grown out of (it's going to the Boyfriend's Daughter and Grandson has a new one). We had a panicky 15 minutes looking for a pocket computer game which Grandson had been playing with yesterday and had put down somewhere mysterious. I had spent an hour looking for it last evening, but Daughter found it by using Grandson logic - it was poppped neatly into the top of my sewing basket!
During my search last night, I remembered that Daughter needed to take the Bike Rack today so that they could collect said bicycle, so I had to fish it out from under my Student's bed. Luckily he had gone out (that's a first) so I was able to duck in and get it. But I was halted by the smell in his room (I felt like the little chef rat in "Ratatouille" when he scents something interesting). I traced this smell to his wardrobe: old packaging from biscuits and sweets, crisp packets and dead plastic water bottles etc, all tied up in Tesco plastic bags. And all these old Tesco bags were neatly tied and stacked!! What on earth can he be saving them for? Anyway, I haven't yet seen him this morning, but I have a large green rubbish sack at the ready, and will present it to him as soon as he appears. Oh the delights of having Foreign Students...