I really must pull my socks up, mostly metaphorically of course. This month I have been even worse at writing my Blog, and catching up with Blogging Friends. It's been a busy and somewhat tricky month, but I ought to be confiding in my Dear Diary instead of keeping it all under wraps!
I did manage to put on a picture of the kittens (see above right), which is now somewhat out of date. They have their eyes open and can almost walk now - and Tinkerbell is an exemplary mother. She tidies them all up, licks them into shape and then lies down to feed them, with a blissful expression on her little face. They all have homes to go to when they are ready, and one of the little darlings is going to KT and Hon Grandaughter, who are moving out on Friday, after nearly three months here with me. I must say that it has been lovely to have them (KT and HG I mean, not the kittens), not a chore at all, and I will really miss them. Friday is, coincidentally, the day I go on holiday for a week, so everything has turned out pretty well, timing-wise. I'm off to Tenerife with my Aristocratic BF. She has a Timeshare which offers the occasional bargain, so we are going to have a very cheap and cheerful week away. I'm looking forward to just lying in the sun, with book and cocktail close at hand, and the occasional dip in the pool will be the icing on the cake. When I get back I have a new Student coming to stay, so hopefully there will be more interesting news. And I promise to be a better correspondent and a more regular visitor to all my Blogging Friends.
There has been a bit of an upset regarding Daughter and The Boyfriend. I had Grandson for a week of his Easter Holiday, and it was then - when there were no children or other distractions - that they discovered that their relationship wasn't going so well. We had a pretty frantic weekend, (a week ago) when it seemed that everything was falling apart, and Daughter was ready to move back here with Grandson on the spot. However, it now seems to have calmed down. I don't pretend to know what the outcome will be, but Daughter and The Boyfriend have talked things through and she has asked for some time to think, so we are all waiting to see what will happen. Of course I immediately thought "what a good thing they didn't buy that house!" There's always a reason for these things. Apparently Daughter has been aware for some time that things weren't right. (And I must say that having the worry and stress of the Pre-Cancerous cells and the Colposcopies can't have helped.) But they had just fallen into a routine of not talking to each other, until the absence of Grandson meant that they had no choice but to communicate. It hasn't helped that Daughter said to me " Mum, you were right - you're always right." Hah! Somehow, I know that means I'm in the wrong again...
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Simply the Best.
D'you know, it was simply the best Easter. I had two days of complete peace and quiet on Friday and Saturday, and then Sunday and Monday turned out to be frantically social and busy. On Sunday morning Gay Friend and I went to the "last ever" Car Boot Sale at Brighton Station. They have been threatening this for ages, but Sunday was finally the day. It was a bright morning, and we wandered around buying lovely bits and pieces before sitting down for a bacon sarnie and a cup of tea. Most of the stall holders we talked to are planning to transfer to the new site, which is at Brighton Marina. This is not a terribly popular move, because those of us who have lived here for a while don't particularly like the Marina. It has one saving grace, which is free parking, but otherwise it is not a favourite place to visit. It has none of the magical glamour of other Marinas I have seen on the Continent. In France or Portugal, for example, they are gorgeous places where one can sit ouside a cafe or bar and sip coffee or a cocktail while watching fabulous yachts bobbing at anchor, and the equally fabulous owners bobbing around in their designer clothes. At Brighton Marina one is always dodging the rain or sheltering from the prevailing winds. It's not a pretty place, being constructed mostly of grey concrete, and though the little boats are nice enough, there's nothing glamorous about it. It's more like a bus station than a Marina somehow. A watery Bus Station. Anyway, if we want to buy and sell our hoarded rubbish in future, it will have to be at the Marina, not the Railway Station. I'll keep you posted on how it goes.
Then I got a phone call from Son to say that he was on his way down! Surprise, surprise. And he was driving down with his girlfriend. I had already planned to go out for a Pub Quiz that evening, and had been invited for dinner beforehand by one of the Spritzer Sisters. Son seemed happy to consider joining in the Pub Quiz, and being an honorary Spritzer Sister for the evening, though he didn't fancy coming to dinner before. In the end, he and Emma drifted off into town to look around and eat fish and chips, and we arranged to meet in the pub later. It was great fun, though the Pub Quiz was late starting because a crowd of 40 or so pub-crawlers made so much noise we couldn't hear a thing. In the end we came second in the main quiz, and we won the music and picture round section (with the help of a bit of cheating I'm sorry to say). We won two bottles of wine, one white, one red, and I didn't get home until 1a.m! Son and his girlfriend carried on the evening at a drum and bass event, staying out all night I think, and came back to sleep in the single bed. Great fun. And the next morning Daughter and Grandson turned up ready for Easter activities. So I hid some chocolate eggs in the garden and then cooked industrial quantities of eggs and bacon for everyone's breakfasts. What larks!
In the afternoon we all landed on the lovely Roz, downstairs, for her Barbeque. It was a stunning day, and Son did help Roz to put the barbeque together - it was one of those tricky kit things from Tesco - and then we all sat and drank cocktails and ate barbequed chicken, burgers, sausages and vegetable kebabs, all with wonderful side salads and various goodies. It was a real feast, and since there were five of us there: Son and his Girlfriend, Daughter, Grandson, and me, she really was feeding the five thousand (my family are all good eaters!). And that's without counting her other guests. The lovely thing about Roz is that she adores having a houseful of people, particularly children, and so of course people love coming to her parties.We did have a terrific time sitting in the sun, and only left when Son decided it was time to drive back, ditto Daughter, leaving me with Grandson. And of course KT and Hon Grandaughter arrived back home just as soon as everyone else left! It really was a fun-filled weekend, and I had a gorgeous exotic Easter plant from Daughter and a fabulous photographic print from Son, brought back from Argentina. Altogether it was a great holiday, and lovely to see all my nearest and dearest.
Then I got a phone call from Son to say that he was on his way down! Surprise, surprise. And he was driving down with his girlfriend. I had already planned to go out for a Pub Quiz that evening, and had been invited for dinner beforehand by one of the Spritzer Sisters. Son seemed happy to consider joining in the Pub Quiz, and being an honorary Spritzer Sister for the evening, though he didn't fancy coming to dinner before. In the end, he and Emma drifted off into town to look around and eat fish and chips, and we arranged to meet in the pub later. It was great fun, though the Pub Quiz was late starting because a crowd of 40 or so pub-crawlers made so much noise we couldn't hear a thing. In the end we came second in the main quiz, and we won the music and picture round section (with the help of a bit of cheating I'm sorry to say). We won two bottles of wine, one white, one red, and I didn't get home until 1a.m! Son and his girlfriend carried on the evening at a drum and bass event, staying out all night I think, and came back to sleep in the single bed. Great fun. And the next morning Daughter and Grandson turned up ready for Easter activities. So I hid some chocolate eggs in the garden and then cooked industrial quantities of eggs and bacon for everyone's breakfasts. What larks!
In the afternoon we all landed on the lovely Roz, downstairs, for her Barbeque. It was a stunning day, and Son did help Roz to put the barbeque together - it was one of those tricky kit things from Tesco - and then we all sat and drank cocktails and ate barbequed chicken, burgers, sausages and vegetable kebabs, all with wonderful side salads and various goodies. It was a real feast, and since there were five of us there: Son and his Girlfriend, Daughter, Grandson, and me, she really was feeding the five thousand (my family are all good eaters!). And that's without counting her other guests. The lovely thing about Roz is that she adores having a houseful of people, particularly children, and so of course people love coming to her parties.We did have a terrific time sitting in the sun, and only left when Son decided it was time to drive back, ditto Daughter, leaving me with Grandson. And of course KT and Hon Grandaughter arrived back home just as soon as everyone else left! It really was a fun-filled weekend, and I had a gorgeous exotic Easter plant from Daughter and a fabulous photographic print from Son, brought back from Argentina. Altogether it was a great holiday, and lovely to see all my nearest and dearest.
Friday, April 10, 2009
A Happy Easter..
Daughter phoned me early yesterday to say that she had been for her 8.30am appointment with the Doctor to discuss the position with her pre-cancerous cells and the Colposcopies. Luckily she got a young-ish woman doctor who was most sensitive to her concerns, and also knew quite a lot about the subject. (Apparently she had done her "gynie" training with the Specialist who had seen and examined Daughter last time.) This Doctor was able to reassure Daughter that CIN1 and 2 are not something to particularly worry about, CIN3 is the worst, and even that is still pre-cancerous. She explained that if these earlier warnings are ignored, then perhaps 10 years down the line, they could become cancerous. However, she did take some swabs, because Daughter told her about the excessive bleeding she has been experiencing, and the Doc. did some other tests, plus an internal examination. Daughter is going back to see her when all the results are in, and they will decide on a course of action then. Daughter was immensely relieved, and so was I of course. It was a very good start to the day.
Next, they went off to London to meet up with Son and have some lunch. They went to Son's office first, so that everyone there could meet Grandson, and it was a great success. Apparently Grandson went into the Studio and was (sort of) playing the keyboards and generally entertaining everyone. He had a grand time, and Son had bought him a Spurs shirt as a present. It may be a bit big now, but he'll be proudly wearing it soon, I bet. T-Shirts were rather the theme of the day, as I had sent Son a rather gorgeous Pink Floyd one which arrived while he was in Argentina. Sadly it was too big - so Daughter had to snaffle it from the office so that I can return it and get a replacement. Actually, the company in question DJTees , was so wonderful when I telephoned them, that they are sending a replacement before I even return the wrong one! How amazing is that in this day and age? They are trusting me. I wish them a very happy and profitable future - they deserve it.
I'm having a quiet Easter, which suits me fine. It's cold and rainy today, so I'm going to hunker down with some wholemeal Hot Cross Buns and some little chocolate Easter Eggs for company. Hon. Grandaughter is staying with her Dad this week, and KT is out until later, so a cosy film sounds just right. I hope the weather picks up a bit though, because I want to get out into my garden and finish clearing out the plants which died this year. I've lost all the South African daisies, not surprisingly, and will need to replace quite a few things. I also need to cut the grass and hide a couple of dozen chocolate eggs. Daughter, Grandson and the Boyfriend will be here on Monday for the Easter Egg Hunt, and so will Hon. Grandaughter and KT. My lovely neighbour, Roz, is planning a Barbeque for Monday too, so if we are going to enjoy all those delights, we need a bit of sunshine and warmth. Let's hope it does cheer up a bit.
A Happy Easter to all my lovely Blogging Friends and their families.. I hope you all enjoy your eggs (chocolate or otherwise), your buns, and your precious days together.
Next, they went off to London to meet up with Son and have some lunch. They went to Son's office first, so that everyone there could meet Grandson, and it was a great success. Apparently Grandson went into the Studio and was (sort of) playing the keyboards and generally entertaining everyone. He had a grand time, and Son had bought him a Spurs shirt as a present. It may be a bit big now, but he'll be proudly wearing it soon, I bet. T-Shirts were rather the theme of the day, as I had sent Son a rather gorgeous Pink Floyd one which arrived while he was in Argentina. Sadly it was too big - so Daughter had to snaffle it from the office so that I can return it and get a replacement. Actually, the company in question DJTees , was so wonderful when I telephoned them, that they are sending a replacement before I even return the wrong one! How amazing is that in this day and age? They are trusting me. I wish them a very happy and profitable future - they deserve it.
I'm having a quiet Easter, which suits me fine. It's cold and rainy today, so I'm going to hunker down with some wholemeal Hot Cross Buns and some little chocolate Easter Eggs for company. Hon. Grandaughter is staying with her Dad this week, and KT is out until later, so a cosy film sounds just right. I hope the weather picks up a bit though, because I want to get out into my garden and finish clearing out the plants which died this year. I've lost all the South African daisies, not surprisingly, and will need to replace quite a few things. I also need to cut the grass and hide a couple of dozen chocolate eggs. Daughter, Grandson and the Boyfriend will be here on Monday for the Easter Egg Hunt, and so will Hon. Grandaughter and KT. My lovely neighbour, Roz, is planning a Barbeque for Monday too, so if we are going to enjoy all those delights, we need a bit of sunshine and warmth. Let's hope it does cheer up a bit.
A Happy Easter to all my lovely Blogging Friends and their families.. I hope you all enjoy your eggs (chocolate or otherwise), your buns, and your precious days together.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Spring is sprung, the grass is riz..
It's definitely Spring here, sunny and cold, we're awash with daffodils and the pond is full of tiny tadpoles again. Daughter and Grandson were here for the day today as they are both on holiday this week, so we went for a stroll in the sun to browse the shops in George Street. It was so lovely that we were tempted to sit outside and have some lunch in one of the cafes.. brrr... Fine at the start, but by the time we had our food delivered to our table (wrong order twice!) we were all shivering, Grandson had retreated to his buggy and Daughter had given him her scarf and denim jacket to keep him warm. Typical Spring weather. We beat a hasty retreat , and sat at home with a cup of tea instead. Even on the balcony it was a touch too breezy.
I'm putting on a photo, hopefully, as Daughter was here to show me the error of my ways this afternoon. Here she is, looking incredibly beautiful I think - not that I can take any credit for that - she is just beautiful!
Grandson had his first sleepover with a friend last night. He went to stay with Thomas, his partner in crime at school, and apparently they stayed awake talking until Thomas's Mum, Wendy, finally put a stop to it at 11.15pm! No wonder then that he was tired and wanted to sit in his buggy today. Daughter said that when he came home this morning he looked somehow older - more mature probably! It's a big step, staying away from home, without family, for the first time. When I asked him about it, he just shrugged it off - and when his Mum asked him what they were talking about all night he said - guess what - NOTHING :-)
I'm putting on a photo, hopefully, as Daughter was here to show me the error of my ways this afternoon. Here she is, looking incredibly beautiful I think - not that I can take any credit for that - she is just beautiful!
Grandson had his first sleepover with a friend last night. He went to stay with Thomas, his partner in crime at school, and apparently they stayed awake talking until Thomas's Mum, Wendy, finally put a stop to it at 11.15pm! No wonder then that he was tired and wanted to sit in his buggy today. Daughter said that when he came home this morning he looked somehow older - more mature probably! It's a big step, staying away from home, without family, for the first time. When I asked him about it, he just shrugged it off - and when his Mum asked him what they were talking about all night he said - guess what - NOTHING :-)
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