Sorry that I forgot to get back to you all about the weekend. I don't know where the time has gone, but I have also been trying to catch up with all my Blogging friends. There's just never enough time in the day.
Anyway, Grandson was here from Friday afternoon til Sunday morning, and we had a great time. He woke at 6.40am on Saturday, but I managed to get some extra time snoozing by giving him his game to play with. And a biscuit and some milk. It was a grey day, so we opted to go to the "Saturday Morning Pictures" at the local Odeon. We saw "Underdog", a funny film about a dog who acquires super-doggy powers, defeats the baddies and saves the world. Hmmm. Then we wandered to the Beach Cafe for a coffee (me) and a chat with all the girls (Grandson is a huge favourite there), after which we walked along to the Paddling Pool, stopping for a bit of Volleyball on the way. At the Paddling Pool he stripped off completely, raced into the water, which was freezing, and wouldn't come out for an hour. We managed to borrow a blanket to dry him with and arrived back home just in time for another Barbecue Party downstairs. That was fun too - I ate and drank far too much again, while Grandson played with the other children there (football, frisbee, tennis, throwing things generally, squirting waterpistols and crashing into the undergrowth). I finally managed to drag him back upstairs at 10pm! (I know, I'm a bad Grandmother too) and we just fell into bed. When I turned the light out, he said "It's so dark I can't see my hands, Nana." I laughed and gave him a hug. "Neither can I" I said, and then we both promptly fell asleep.
Daughter and the Boyfriend came to collect him on Sunday morning, so I then went off to a local Car Boot Sale, but didn't find much of interest. It was very windy too, and there's something about that wind that sets my teeth on edge. I came back and gave in to sleep for the afternoon (after all I had been awake since 6am again), and then went out to my BBFs for another Barbeque and a glass of Rose. We did a lot of catching up, and I filled them in on the details of my trip to France. It seems such a long time ago, and the fact that I've sort-of collapsed since then has made it seem even more distant. I'm learning to live in the present moment, take things as they come and please myself. And it seems to be working. I enjoyed my time with Grandson so much more because I wasn't worrying or thinking what else I should or could be doing. After all, the present moment is all we can be sure of. I'm reminded of Laurie Lee, writing in "Cider with Rosie". On his very first day at school, the teacher told him to "Sit over there for the present." Bless him, he sat there all day waiting for her to give him a present! Oh the poignancy of those childhood memories.