Le Weekend

The weekend starts on a Friday, right? Well, at least, for some reason this week I thought it did! I thought yesterday was a Saturday and today I’ve been thinking it’s Sunday, so I’m very confused!

Never mind, I’ll get the hang of it soon. Although, to be fair, John had a similar impression….. he wasn’t quite sure whether today was Sunday, either.

Despite my confusion, yesterday was a good day in that: a) I put the wallpaper up in the dining room; b) we saw two of the grandchildren, Lily and Freddie, which always gladdens my heart; and c) John got his windscreen fitted on the car.

Once we were up and about yesterday morning, I girded my loins to start on the wallpapering in the dining room and John girded his to get the windscreen ready to fit on the Lotus.

For the wallpaper, it was only one wall, so not difficult really, and the paper turned out to be good quality so easy to hang. It was easy enough, too, to interrupt the job so that I could help John lift the windscreen onto the car – which was a success. Woohoo!! (Does a little dance)

The grandchildren arrived after lunch. I’d invited Lily round. “Do you want to earn a few bob?” I’d asked her. Daft question really. “Yes, please,” she’d said. And I knew she’d be up for the job I had in mind: sorting out my kitchen cupboards. She loves organising things.

Anyway, it transpired that Harriet had a Zoom meeting and Freddie had asked if he could stay at our house too, so we had extra child slave labour on offer. He helped with the cupboard-clearing, not so much the cleaning and tidying mind you, as he found all sorts of exciting things to play with (and eat).

“Can I have this Boost we found, please?” he pleaded. Yes, of course. “Can I make a mixture?” he wondered. Yes, of course. “Use anything you like,” I said blithely, dispensing all responsibility while I finished the wallpapering. Ha! That’s a fine mess you’ve made there, Freddie!! “You’ll have to clean up after yourself, Freddie,” I warned. He was good boy and did wipe up the mess, but left us with his ‘mixture’ as a treat……. mmmm, lovely!

After the job was done and Harriet returned, I squeezed a little more slave labour out of the children. “Can I do some shredding?” Freddie wanted to know. I ummed and aahed a bit, because shredding requires supervision, doesn’t it? Anyway, in the end, I got the shredder downstairs and the boy worked wonders with a pile of papers that I’d had hanging around for the last few months.

They’d both earned their wages very successfully by the time they’d finished.

Today, we were up and about relatively early getting ourselves ready to go down to Pete and Fran’s for the afternoon. We had a good, albeit slow, journey down the M1 where there were lots of roadworks and 40/50/60 mile an hour restrictions. However, we weren’t held up in any traffic jams, so we arrived more or less at the time we said we would. Crikey! That’s a first.

We had a really lovely afternoon together. Fran, as always, cooked a great lunch for us, which we thoroughly enjoyed. As we sat there at the dining table, stuffed full of food, she said, “Cheese, anyone? Or perhaps later?” Yes, later, please!! Couldn’t have eaten another morsel just then. I mean, we had two puddings to choose from and we had to sample both, didn’t we?

We sat out in the sunshine with our teas and coffees and nattered away to our hearts’ content before the cheese and port came out. Regrettably, as I was driving I had to forego the port, but by all accounts, it tasted like nectar.

Not only did the cheese come out but cake as well. Once again, we had to sample it, didn’t we? I don’t think we’ll need to eat for another week!!! We waddled home…..

Take care everyone. God bless.