"Wide eyed and Legless..

I've gone and done it again.." I knew I shouldn't have had that iced coffee this afternoon, but I was tempted and I couldn't resist. Consequently it's now 3.30am and I'm wide awake! At least I can Blog instead of just lying there wishing I hadn't had the coffee.

Actually, there are other contributory factors. Last evening I was invited by my lovely downstairs neighbour to her barbecue, and as I was having Hon. Grandaughter for the night I took her too. Luckily there were quite a few other children there (Hon. Grandaughter is 9 going on 10 - or should that be 19?) and they all mucked in together, playing games and squirting everyone with water pistols. We visited my pond and my tadpoles several times (amazingly they are still tadpoles, but absolutely huge - I do begin to wonder if they are toadpoles?). Some of us also sat and watched Doctor Who at 7 pm (actually just me and most of the children) and the rest of the time I ate too much and drank too much while chatting non-stop with my neighbours lovely friends. It was great company and food, and gorgeous bubbly, so once again I didn't resist the temptation. It's only now I wish I had. Hon G. and I staggered upstairs at 9.30 pm and ate custard tarts before I tucked her into bed, swiftly followed by tucking myself in too. Now I'm paying the price. My stomach is gurgling away and I can hear the birds starting up outside.

Yesterday Daughter was having another Birthday Party for Grandson, this time at her home near Dorking. She had invited 15 children (most of his nursery school class) plus their parents, so she was making sandwiches and jellies to feed the five thousand when I phoned in the morning. Grandson was very excited because the Boy Friend was going to do face painting for all the little tykes - I bet that kept him busy. I was at their house on Friday, having taken Daughter back home with the buggy etc, and stayed there with Grandson while she went shopping. I made the mistake of looking for some paper for Grandson to do painting on. Oh Boy - I opened every drawer and cupboard in a fruitless search for the paper, and really wished I hadn't. I'm not exaggerating when I say that they were all stuffed to the gills with letters (opened and unopened), pens, make-up, old mobile phones, cables, bits of toys and god-knows-what rubbish. None of them would close properly unless you gave them a good shove. Luckily I didn't have my glasses on so I couldn't see anything in detail - just the general mess. The kitchen was the same when I went looking for something or other - and as for the sofa! Grandson dropped one of his toys and I lifted up a cushion to retrieve it - it was unbelievable under there. At least three months of muck, bits of food (some of them quite large) marbles, dust and more muck. I got the damp cloth and the dustpan and brush and cleaned the whole sofa, simply because I couldn't ignore it. But I did think, "why does she live like this"? I have often said that Daughter is as happy as a Pig in Shit, and it seems to be spot on! I have never seen so much muck, dirt, dust and general disorder. And as for the washing!! I won't go on. I probably shouldn't say anything to her, but knowing me I expect I will. Get ready to duck...