Month: June 2023

Yesterday was a marvellous day. Pete and Dawn and Carol and John all came for lunch. And guess what they brought? Champagne of course! No idea what we were celebrating – apart from a beautiful friendship and an extension of Carol’s 70th birthday celebrations…..

Carol brought the bottle of champagne I had bought her for her birthday, saying, “I shall never drink that all on my own! So let’s share it, shall we?” Never one to say ‘no’ to champagne, even with a gippy tummy, I naturally acquiesced.

Pete and Dawn arrived a few minutes later, and Peter came in with a flourish, brandishing a bottle of champagne, too! ‘Just because’ was the reason given. Smashing!

So we started off with Peter’s contribution as an aperitif, intending to share Carol’s later on, maybe after the dessert course. In the end, though, we didn’t get that far, having enjoyed a bottle of red with the meal. “I’ll take it home again then, shall I?” said Carol, “We’ll drink it at my house next time we meet up, maybe!” Well, I won’t say ‘no’ if she’s still got it next time we go.

We had a really good get-together. Gosh, they are all such good company, and we spent all the time chatting, tripping over each other almost, thrilled as we were to be together again. Not only chatting but laughing our little socks off. At one point we were doubled with laughter at the dinner table and Dawn was streaming with tears, so funny we found the topic of conversation. Eeeh, it were lovely.

I was pleased that John was able to keep up the pace. We had a moment, just before the guests arrived, when I wasn’t sure whether we’d manage it. Paul and Harriet arrived unexpectedly, just on mid-day. “Come in, come in,” we said, waving them in. John made his way to the front door and stretched his arms out to give Paul a hug. They hugged but, as they did so, Paul felt John’s arms sliding away and then his whole body slumping until he landed in a heap on the floor. Hmmm……

“I don’t know what that was all about,” John declared when he came round and was upright again. Neither did we. I turned to my stock response in these situations: have a glass of water. It might enable to blood to flow a bit easier to the brain, maybe? Anyway, he recovered enough to greet our guests and to join in throughout the afternoon, only crashing out on the sofa once they had all departed.

It was rather nice that Paul and Harriet were there when our guests arrived. I think it is a while since they had all seen each other, so I was delighted that they could have a few minutes chatting. Don’t you just love the fact that your besties have seen all your children grow into superb adults and still love them the same as when they were little?

We took it easy today after all the excitement of the week so far. We had a lie-in and then drove to Solihull for John to have a blood test and me to collect my sunglasses. We had planned to drive over to Birmingham, too, to visit Mum. However, we were both a bit tired, so we decided to phone the ward instead to see how she was before making the journey if necessary.

In the end, I couldn’t get through. The phone line either rang out or was engaged. I really did try to get through. I dialled the appropriate numbers 47 times over a period of an hour and a half and no joy. I reasoned that if there was anything to report the hospital would get in touch, so I plan to visit tomorrow instead.

We came home and enjoyed an afternoon watching the cricket. Well, I say enjoyed – I think that is stretching it a bit. We enjoyed the action with some good shots being played and excitement as wickets were claimed and then denied by the third umpire. But it was painful to watch from an England supporters point of view. Come on England!!!

This evening we prepped a few nibbles ready for a visit from Margaret and Chris, friends we’ve made through church. And guess what they brought? Champagne, of course!! Lush, eh? Two days on the trot! Don’t mind if I do!! Hehe.

We had a lovely, chatty evening. Again, such good company, with the conversation flowing from the minute they walked through the door until the minute they walked out of it to go home. Really enjoyed ourselves.

Regrettably, no photos from either event. Too busy nattering to think about it!!

Meanwhile, over in the Kenilworth Newbies clan, Michael was busy last night at an awards evening where he’d been shortlisted for an award for ‘Improving Health and Wellbeing’ at work. Howzat? Another bottle of champagne might be required, do you think?

I can’t help but feel so proud of all of our boys. Their dedication to their work is breathtaking and it’s amazing how much success they are experiencing. Long may it continue!

Take care everyone. Hug your loved ones tight. God bless.

It was John’s nuclear bone scan today. Had to be at Heartlands for eleven o’clock where they injected him with some nuclear stuff before sending him away for it to take effect, with instructions to come back later for the scan.

It was a bit of a rush to get there on time this morning. I hadn’t realised he was still a-lounging in bed when I took him his cup of tea and breakfast, so he had to quickly do his medication and inhalers to try and get out of the door by 10.30. Oh, and can we get the new bumper out of the garage to take with us? Of course we can! John fished it out and put it in the boot, ready for delivery to the electroplating company, but it all added minutes to the start of our journey time and we were a few minutes late arriving at the hospital.

As it turned out it didn’t matter, and the medics dealt with John in their own time anyway.

Once John was radioactive, we drove over to Smethwick to the friendly guy who had re-chromed John’s other bumper that didn’t fit, and dropped off the new one, that does fit. We are hoping that the company will get it done in next week’s batch of things to be re-chromed and then John can get on with attaching it. Fingers crossed the rust on the bumper doesn’t put holes in it when it’s chromed…..

Once we’d done that little job, we drove over to the Jewellery Quarter to collect Andrew’s necklace that I’d taken for repair. While I was in the shop, I asked about polishing up Mum’s rings. “Are they too tarnished?” I asked, worried that they’d never come back to gold again. “No,” replied the jeweller, “I can sort that out for you. It looks like they’ve been soaked in gin or whisky!” I laughed. That was unlikely!! The girl in shop offered another explanation, “Could it be the alcohol gel or hand wipes they use in the home?” Maybe.

Anyway, the jeweller went on, “I can do it now, if you like? Give me half an hour?” Well, I did like, so I left the rings there and John and I went to our favourite café and partook of a cappuccino and a sausage and bacon brioche for him, and a peppermint tea and avocado smash on toast with eggs for me. It was lovely to actually be out at lunchtime eating together. Just us.

Half an hour later, on our way back to Heartlands for John to be scanned and beamed into space, we went and collected Mum’s rings, which were sparkly and like new. I was pleased with the result. Although I don’t quite know what I am going to do with them now! Mum laments the fact they are not on her fingers, but I am loath to give her them back, for them to drop off again. Should’ve had them made smaller maybe? Something to think about.

Once I’d dropped John off, I spent a good ten minutes trying to park the darned car – the car park was so full I had to go round it three times. Finally squeezed into a disabled spot and set off up to Ward 21 to visit Mum, where I’d been told she was, having been moved from the Old People’s Assessment Department (OPAD).

Ha! They had no idea who Hazel was and shook their heads as they looked through their printed lists, then the computer lists. I went back to OPAD – what have you done with my Mother? It transpired that she was on Ward 30. Ah…. OK.

Mum was very sleepy today but had drunk a fair bit. She hadn’t eaten anything much though. She had a little bit of conversation but was keen to close her eyes.

We had a bit of a kerfuffle trying to get her nightie sorted out though. She had put her arm through the neck hole and was half strangling herself with it. A nurse helped me to slot her arm back through so that she was all in the right place. She howled and howled as we did it, much to John’s amusement as he was walking up the corridor and could hear her half a mile away!

The doctor, who wasn’t a day over 16, discussed her case with me. He advised that he recommended taking her off some of her medication. She wasn’t taking it anyway, and its therapeutic effect is only any good if you take regularly. I agreed. He explained that they were preparing her for discharge and to be aware that she may go downhill again now that she isn’t on the drip. Yep. Got it. Prepared for anything now.

Quiz Night tonight – and what fun! Always, always lifts my spirits. We always have a laugh together. Such dear friends. Lucky, lucky us.

Take care everyone. God bless. Look after yourselves and your loved ones. Tell ’em you love ’em.

What a lovely day! Although the sky was overcast and the clouds threatened rain this morning, it didn’t materialise. That was just as well, because it was Key Stage One’s Sports Day at St Nicholas’ School in Kenilworth.

Oh, what fun!! I loved it! To be able to see both Freddie and William exhibiting their sporting prowess was delightful. John decided he would stay at home. He wasn’t feeling too good today and the effort required to get up and out was a bit too much. I wasn’t going to be gainsaid though, and I tottered off to arrive just in time for the beginning of the races.

I struck lucky in finding Paul amongst the crowd, so sat alongside him and had a ringside view – right opposite William! Freddie was just to our right, and we waved to both of them, all of us grinning from ear to ear.

They took part in a few races – straight runs, angel runs (new one on me), relays, hurdles, skipping and egg and spoon – and looked like they meant business as they toed the line, eyes on the prize. They both got stickers at the end of the races for their trouble, too! Great running, great racing and great fun.

The sporting activities over, we met up with Harriet and Danielle who were also there, of course, a bit further down the track, and wended our way to the car park, where I was able to offload one or two things that either Freddie or Michael had left behind recently. Michael was very disappointed that work prevented him from attending the Sports Day, but both Paul and Danielle took plenty of videos to show him, so all will be well.

I came home to find John not feeling very well – rather faint and wobbly on his legs. Neither of us are sure why that should be. I shooed him out of the kitchen and told him to sit in the lounge with a glass of water and his feet up while I prepped the lunch. Pete and Fran were due to arrive very shortly.

We were very pleased to see them – it has been a little while since we last met up and we had a smashing afternoon together. One way and another, we are all ailing, so we shared our niggles before turning to more erudite discussion. Although I couldn’t help but share my love of my family and the grandchildren, which I suppose isn’t awfully erudite, is it?

The conversation flowed, we laughed a lot and commiserated over common problems. Lovely. And John did well to keep up. The glass of water, a bit of a rest, some paracetamol and a spot of lunch had helped a bit, I think, so he was able to join in really well, offering his quick wit to make us all chuckle.

We have done little this evening other than put our feet up and rest. Much needed after a busy couple of days recently. But what a great day! Hellooooo Tuesday!

Take care everyone. God bless.

So yesterday was a brilliant day looking after Oliver. The Kenilworth Newbies took William and Thomas to CBeebies Land at Alton Towers as a birthday treat for Thomas. Rollercoasters are no good for a baby, so we had the pleasure.

And boy, what a pleasure it was!! Honestly, Oliver was a little angel. He made absolutely no fuss about anything and just got on with the day beautifully, proving to be great company.

Grandpa did the first three-quarters of an hour looking after him because I took a phone call from Graham to discuss Mother. We lamented as to her state of health and anticipated the worst.

The day went on and we played and played; walked and walked; went up and down, up and down the stairs; opened and closed doors, drawers and cupboards; and generally took things out of containers to put them back in again. That boy is an adventurer. Here he is, ready to load the waste basket with play food. Cute, eh?

Andrew came home just after lunch, so he looked after Oliver a bit too, which was good as it gave John and me bit of a rest and a well-earned cuppa.

I phoned the hospital mid-afternoon and spoke to Mum’s doctor, who said she had improved. She was sitting up and looking around her. She had wielded a knife and fork at lunchtime. He wasn’t sure whether she actually ate anything but still…. she was much better. Oh. I was surprised and doubtful as to whether it would last.

The Kenilworth Newbies had had a wonderful time in CBeebies Land and everyone had really enjoyed themselves, When they arrived back, it was time to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to Thomas and cut his Paw Patrol cake. Bless him. He was very pleased with it. He was also very pleased with the gift we had bought him. It was the Gruffalo figurine that tells the Gruffalo story on a Tonie box. I think I’m looking forward to hearing that one, too!

John had his exercise class today, so I dropped him off and then went to visit Mum. Andrew had also said he’d come for a visit before he went back to Wales. I think Mum must have known she was going to have a handsome grandson visit her because she was on top form.

The infusion of fluids had clearly done trick and Mum was very alert. She was even able to initiate conversation. The minute I walked in, she recognised me and exclaimed, “Oh, how lovely to see you!” She then said, “How are you?” Could have knocked me down with a feather.

Not only that, but she was wielding a spoon over a yoghurt pot. Not awfully successfully, as she kept trying to put the spoon in where the lid was, but still….. I fed her a few spoonfuls and it transpires that she has been accepting a bit of food and drink.

Andrew arrived and she was thrilled to see him. Dementia makes you truthful though, doesn’t it? “You’re getting fat,” she told him. He laughed. “Yes, I am!” he replied. Between us, we had a lovely time. Mum sang several refrains of her favourite song; she was interested in the photos I showed her; and she joined in the conversation trying hard to listen and understand what we were saying.

When the doctor arrived, she flirted shamelessly with him, making him blush. “We are going to monitor her now that the infusion has stopped,” he said, “and probably discharge her back to the home in a day or two.” Yep! Mum is well enough to go home.

What a rollercoaster of a weekend. Mum certainly knows how to keep us on our toes, even now, doesn’t she? I wonder how many of her nine lives she’s got left?

Take care everyone. God bless.

Yesterday was a bit of a wash-out. I cancelled my yoga class as I’d had a very late night trying to get through to A & E to find out how Mum was (didn’t succeed) and then an early start, phoning in again. She was comfortable when I finally got through and was due to be transferred to a ward.

I decided I’d go back to bed to recoup my energy ready for the afternoon onslaught of the dreaded endoscopy.

John reminded me that we were due to view another bungalow, so I had a bit of a snooze and then was up at 10.30 and off we went. The bungalow was very interesting but there is such a lot of work to do on it and it only has two bedrooms, so not ideal – and I am not sure we could manage all the work required. It’s on the back-burner.

Just after lunch we went off to Warwick Hospital, where John dropped me off, and then I waited my turn for the procedure, which was exceedingly uncomfortable, but I’m still here to tell the tale, so couldn’t have been that bad!

The results were relatively positive in that there was no cancer detected (phew!) but they did find a large (6cm) hiatus hernia and gastritis. They have given me pills to take so we’ll see how it goes. Had a bit of a dodgy tummy overnight but it’s settling down now. Might be back to normal by Monday….well, that would be nice wouldn’t it? Normal? Whatever that might be!! Hehehe.

Today promised to be a busy day. We went up to Sapcote, in Leicestershire, to buy a new bumper for John’s Lotus. Fortunately, this one looks like it’ll fit. We had a nice chat to the chap who was selling it to John, who came home very pleased that at last he can move forward.

On the way home we went to Heartlands to visit Mum. We had just called into the café for a sandwich and a coffee before going up to the ward when my phone rang. It was the doctor on Mum’s ward wanting to update me as to the state of play. “I’ll come up now,” I said and hopped upstairs to meet him.

They have Mum on a drip to reduce the dehydration and to administer pain relief. However, as the doctor explained, this is not a long-term solution and, once the electrolytes in her blood have stabilised, they will stop the drip and try her on food and drink by mouth. Unfortunately, the path of dementia is that the patient forgets how to do that, and this looks like this is what is happening to Mum.

The infusion of fluids has brought Mum’s consciousness back enough for her to chat a little bit – and possibly try something to eat or drink? So I did try her on a sip of water and a spoonful of yoghurt. Two sips of the former that just moistened her lips, and she said, “That’s enough. I shan’t want any more.” And three goes at the yoghurt with just the tip of the spoon laden, before she put her hands up and smiled, “Thank you,” she said, “but no more.”

She was compos mentis enough to respond to the photographs I showed her, looking lovingly at each and every one, oohing and aahing at the children in particular; and she definitely recognised me today. We even had one verse of her favourite song, ‘All good friends and jolly company’, which made her laugh. But one verse was enough. John came up to the ward too, for a few minutes, and she was able to greet him and bid him goodbye. Bless her.

The staff there were lovely – really gentle, caring and attentive, so I felt confident that they would do their best for her. “You can always phone us to see how she is,” they said, smiling at me, with sympathy in their eyes.

We came home mid-afternoon vowing to put our feet up for an hour or so before rushing off to Kenilworth to wish Thomas a happy 3rd birthday. I had just put the kettle on when Andrew walked through the door. How lovely. He was on his way to Kenilworth, also to wish his godson happy birthday. “Are you coming over?” he asked. “We will, ” I replied, “once we get the call”

The family whooped it up at the Kenilworth Carnival and Funfair this afternoon and, when Michael phoned, John told him not to worry about us but just to enjoy themselves. We were definitely too weary for lots of standing around in a noisy, even if it was a happy, atmosphere.

In the end, the call came but we were settled at home and still rather weary. Not to worry, we said, we will see Thomas tomorrow and he can have his gift then….. if he needs it after he’s opened this little pile of presents!!

Take care everyone. God bless. Please keep my Mum in your thoughts and prayers if you are so inclined.

So, I prepared a few things to take with me on my visit to Mum this afternoon. The jewellery cleaner equipment, the slippers I had repaired, a box of chocolates and some flowers.

I had taken a phone call yesterday to ask if I could collect Mum’s rings. One of them had fallen from her finger. She hasn’t been eating or drinking very much for the past five weeks, and she has got thinner and thinner. “No worries,” I said, cheerfully, “I am planning on a visit on Thursday afternoon anyway, so I’ll sort it out then. Have you got the ring in an envelope?” Er….. no. They had put it back on her finger and she was still wearing it.

My plan was to encourage her to remove her rings to clean them and then suggest I look after them at home for safe-keeping. Normally, she will not take them off.

When I arrived at the Care Home, the Manager greeted me with relief. Mum wasn’t well, and could I take all the rings from her wedding finger, please? They had found them all in the bed this morning. “Is she aware she’s not wearing them? Is she upset by them having come off?” I wondered. The answer was ‘no’. No encouragement or coercion needed then, in removing the rings.

So I have brought them home. I’ll give ’em a good polish here instead!

As the Manager had said, Mum really wasn’t well. She didn’t recognise me, I don’t think, and she certainly wasn’t interested in anything at all – not even the flowers which normally take her eye. She didn’t talk to me either and spent most of the time I was with her chatting gobbledegook to her Teddy, or generally fretting about the ache in her lower back. I presume she felt uncomfortable due to the fact that she’s more or less skin and bone now.

The Care Home had tried to get the GP to visit but nothing doing. One of the carers told me they would try again but would call 111 to get advice. This evening I took a phone call from the paramedics. Apparently, Mum had deteriorated since my visit and so the Care Home had called an ambulance.

Mum is on her way to hospital but I don’t know which one yet. I am awaiting further information…..could be three in morning before I find out, couldn’t it?

Take care everyone. God bless.

We were up early this morning for a visit to hospital for John’s regular immunoglobulin treatment. Normally, once he’s hooked up to the infusion, he has a lovely time snoozing the whole morning away. Not this morning though. The staff were very busy and he had to keep time on his own and flag when the infusion needed changing. Bless him. He was tired after he’d finished.

Other than that, it’s been a relatively lazy day. I shot into the Jewellery Quarter on my way back home to collect a necklace I’d had repaired and then it was an afternoon of catching with TV programmes.

The garden was calling, as was the sunshine, but I was feeling tired too, so stayed in. John did a bit on the computer after he’d had a rest, and then went out into the garden for another rest on the lounging chairs. I carried on watching TV.

At tea-time, I had a plan to make Coronation Chicken with the leftovers but found I had no mayonnaise. Ah well, I thought, I’ll make some! It turned out really successfully but boy, what a faff! It’d have been quicker to have run up to the shops to buy a jar.

This evening it was Quiz Night and we really enjoyed it. Great company, as always, and good quiz questions. There were many we didn’t know the answers to, but many we did, so we were happy.

Not a great deal done today, but it’s nice occasionally to have a day of ‘busy doing nothing’, isn’t it?

Take care everyone. God bless.

I am re-defining the meaning of ‘urgent’. The dictionary definition is ‘requiring immediate action or attention’. The NHS definition is ‘sometime, any time, whenever we find the right paperwork.’

The GP referred me on a ‘2-week urgent’ referral. Naturally, I didn’t hear anything and had to follow it up. And then I still didn’t hear anything, so had to follow it up again, whereupon the secretary at the GP surgery offered me a hospital phone number to call.

I called the hospital yesterday and got a: ‘No, we don’t have anything…. oh, wait a minute, yes we do!’ response. This morning I took a phone call to advise that they had booked me in for an appointment on 3 July. Six weeks since I went to the docs. “OK,” I said, “although this was supposed to be a 2-week referral. Is 6 weeks OK?” Yes, yes, it’s OK – don’t worry. Right.

This afternoon, I took another phone call. “Can you come tomorrow morning?” Err….no. We’re at the hospital with John tomorrow. Ah…. OK, thanks anyway. Five minutes later, “How about Friday?” Yep, I can make that. So something is happening now, at last! Watch this space.

Meanwhile, it’s been a lovely, if tiring day. Yoga this morning, which I enjoyed but which was challenging, despite it being a class in which we make miniscule movements. Who’d have thought that could be tiring? But it was.

John was on the computer when I got home, so I went and had a long bath to ease my aching joints. Bliss. I took so long that it was a quick turn-around to be ready for our afternoon out with Nev and Jane, who had travelled up from London to see us.

They arrived, as promised, just after one o’clock, and we drove into Solihull for a meal at the Japanese restaurant, Kibou, where we had taken them before and enjoyed it.

We had a great afternoon – good food and good company. The conversation flowed easily and we had a laugh together, debated a bit of politics and fretted over the cricket score. A cracking game but pity about the result…….

Once we were home, we rested on the sofa until it was time for me to pop out to my Bible Study/Prayer Group meeting where I had an interesting time. Always lots to think about in these sessions and to try to understand, given that the time the Bible was written in is very different to today.

We are both weary now after our full and exciting day, so it’s an early night tonight – for me, anyway!

Take care everyone. God bless.

I delivered Freddie to school this morning and it dawned on me that the weekend is over. Welcome to Monday.

We had another good day yesterday, with church in the morning and then not long after mid-day, the Kenilworth Newbies arriving back from their weekend camping trip, to spend the afternoon together. I planned a roast dinner about three in the afternoon but, on hearing that they had all recently eaten, I postponed it until 4 o’clock. Ha! Should have kept it at three. I didn’t serve up until gone 4.30, such is my ability to plan these days. I had forgotten to put the veg on……

We had a really lovely day though. I love it when the house is full of excitable children. Regrettably, we ended up coming indoors because of a thunderstorm, so the high energy levels and high-pitched voices, instead of dissipating into the distance, reverberated from all four walls. They are always so thrilled to see each other.

As the Kenilworth Newbies left to bath the boys and put them to bed, Freddie and I, too, got ready to go over to Kenilworth. I thought that the night before school would be better spent in Freddie’s own, familiar surroundings.

It turned out well, and Freddie settled to sleep really quickly, got up early this morning and was all smiles as we set off for school. I think I can safely say that the weekend was a success.

I was grateful for all the love, attention and activity that John and Andrew had offered Freddie, too. It was smashing to see him grinning from ear to ear as he had fun with Uncle Andrew and look lovingly up at Grandpa as he settled into the crook of Grandpa’s arm on the sofa.

John and I did a spot of tidying up this morning once I was home and then, at lunchtime, we abandoned all efforts as we were both tired. In fact, John was too tired to go to his exercise class today and had a well-earned nap on the sofa instead. We thought we’d ‘go’ to the cricket, so switched on the TV and watched it all afternoon. Nice.

Andrew is starting his new job tomorrow, so he set off just before 4 o’clock. House seems quiet now….. still, time for a bit of recuperation maybe.

While I was sitting with nothing much to do, I decided I’d chase up my hospital appointment for my gippy tummy. “No, we don’t have a referral for you here,” declared the girl on the other end of the phone.

I patiently explained that I’d been waiting four weeks for an urgent ‘two-week referral’ and, not having heard anything, had chased it up via the GP last week. I had been reassured that the referral had been sent. “No, I can’t find anything here for you. Let me look in a different database…. Oh…. yes, here it is. But they’ve used the wrong form. I’ve emailed them twice to get them to do the right proforma, but I haven’t heard anything.”

Well, I decided I wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer and gently asked her to double check that nothing had been returned because, when I phoned the surgery on Friday, they told me it had gone across. “Ah….hmm…. oh…. yes, yes, here it is. They have done the right form now. Ok, I’ll expedite it….” Well, thank you. But, do you know what? Anxiety is not good for a gippy tummy.

Take care everyone. God bless.

It’s been party, party, party for Freddie today!! And now, naturally, we’re sitting back, exhausted!! Hehehe!

It was a 6.30 wake-up call this morning, with a cheeky grin and a snuggle into my bed. Fortunately, Freddie is keen on a morning snuggle so was happy to stay there for a good 45 minutes before it was breakfast-time, so I got a bit of respite. We pottered about eating breakfast, chatting and getting dressed, ready for the day, before taking cups of tea to the sleeping beauties of the house, John and Andrew.

Once Freddie was all spruced up, looking smart in a ‘complementary-to-his-hair’ T-shirt and socks but contrasting trousers, we made our way to LaserQuest in Coventry for Freddie’s first party of the day. Gosh, it was exciting for him – and lovely for me to see his excitement, too. All his friends gathering round him as he arrived, and the birthday boy, Oscar, squeezing him tight and lifting him up in the air, so thrilled was he to see Freddie join the group of friends.

I left Freddie at the party with a promise to collect him at mid-day, and swanned off back home to collect John and Andrew for a house-viewing in Kenilworth. I am trying to keep an open mind, so that I don’t shut off any avenues, but the house was a ‘no’ from me. It was also a ‘no’ from John, but for different reasons. The house had been extended at the back which left the tiniest of gardens. Although I hadn’t known it before, a reasonable-sized garden is a ‘must’ for me. John found the rooms not quite laid out as he’d have liked so it didn’t sit easy with either of us. We’ll keep looking.

We duly collected Freddie from his party and went home for a spot of lunch and a rest on the sofa. Well, I say rest, but snooze was the order of the hour. All three adults were inspecting the back of their eyelids and Freddie was sitting as good as gold, curled up in the crook of Grandpa’s arm all the while.

We got ourselves going about three o’clock for The Picnic in the Park at Lavender Hall Park this afternoon/evening. I prepped a bagful of goodies; John prepped his scooter; and Andrew prepped for the rum and ginger that they’d be selling on a stall in the park.

Freddie had a ride on Grandpa’s scooter of course…..

…….and then, once in the park, Uncle Andrew swung him round and round by his hands, much to Freddie’s giggling delight and a grimace from Andrew.

There was a ride on the swinging chairs before refusing the tea-cups; and a go on the ‘Hook-a-Duck’, which revealed a win whereby Freddie came away the proud bearer of a Minecraft sword. Bouncy castle, bouncy slide and an exploration of a van with a ball pit, punching bags and spiral slide were next, and then, ‘Can I have an ice cream, Grandma?’ Of course he could, only did he want to stop eating his candy floss first?

Andrew and Freddie played football; I joined in catch-a-ball and we all enjoyed a little bit of picnic food. Oh. And drink of course!

A good time was had by all. There was music and the sun shone; we met up with lots of acquaintances who hugged us tight and wished us well. Blessings, eh?

Take care everyone. God bless.