Day 6: I am so thankful for the simple things, laughter and memories, crackling bonfires and excited kiddies, and how every time of celebration evokes memories from distant years, which make me smile.
We went to the babes' house (they are not babes now - B is 10 and the twins are 8.) It is a tradition, you see - Jean and I go to fireworks there, and we were grinning as we remembered a time when all 3 of us - Jean, Jackie and I were inside the conservatory, holding babes who screeched at the thought of big bangs and fiery sights, and how different it was last night, with them racing to choose the next one to give to their Dad, and loving every bang and sparkle. The louder the better.
Time marches on and they all grow way to fast.
And home for baked potatoes and apple pie. FYI, vanilla yoghurt tastes just fine with apple pie when you run out of custard and have no cream or ice cream in the house or room in the freezer for any. I was about to make the best home-made ice cream in the world and then realised we would have to eat 2 litres of it immediately because whatever I took out of the freezer to make room for it to be chilled, would have to go back in.
I am so organised.
I was pacing the garden a little earlier - there are some weighty issues I want to talk about which have my brain befuddled a bit. But then I started talking about fireworks and babes and did I tell you Missy and her Mum and Dad will be here next weekend???? I cannot wait.
I fell asleep on the couch at about 9pm and woke at 1.30, so got into bed at 2am, lay there till 3am and then fell asleep again. Finally. And woke at about 7. Is it any wonder I am discombobulated and befuddled??? I need to gather the energy to stay awake for the final episode of Series 2 of Downton Abbey - but a third has been commissioned, so that is exciting.
Enough of the rambling all over the place. I do believe an afternoon nap may be in order. Enjoy your Sunday!