Rights and Wrongs..

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I did manage to put on a picture of the kittens (see above right), which is now somewhat out of date.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...