Mostly, Mr Sleath has been resting on the sofa today – either watching telly, snoozing, chatting to Paul or watching telly some more. Clearly, his exertions with the Lotus have caught up with him and some tranquility was required.
He was able to enjoy his rest time uninterrupted. I was over at the Kenilworth Sleaths this morning looking after the oldest and youngest grandsons while Thomas had another crack at a pre-school settling-in day.
It turned out that Thomas wasn’t so keen on another ‘settling-in day’ today. No thank you – he didn’t want to go. Nope – he wasn’t going in. Nope – he wasn’t getting out of the car. Danielle brought him home again, tried soothing talk and a bribe before going back again. Even his big brother, William, gave him sage advice: “When I started pre-school, I was scared as well,” he declared, “But I pushed through and you can do the same.” Out of the mouths of babes, eh? Made my heart leap to hear such brotherly love.
Once Thomas returned to pre-school, he went in and enjoyed the hour or so that he was there. Amazing what a marshmallow treat can do! It gave him ‘super powers’ apparently. Fingers crossed he’ll find the super power to go again tomorrow.
On my way home, I stopped off in Kenilworth Town to drop a charity bag into Oxfam, and then joined the mile-long queue at the Thursday Market fishmongers for some fresh fish. We had sea bream tonight and it was absolutely delicious.
I also made a detour to the crematorium where I dropped off some blurb about Mum to put in the Book of Remembrance. Nice chat to the girl who dealt with it – it seems everyone in the bereavement business is very nice indeed.
When I got home, John said he wasn’t very hungry, so I busied myself with a bit of a tidy up before I started thinking about lunch. But before I could get going on any food, who should come through the door, but Freddie and Paul!! Ooh, it was lovely to see them. “Daddy was going to phone you but he dropped his phone in the hot tub so it doesn’t work,” announced Freddie, as he came into the kitchen. Chuckle, chuckle – eeeh, the dangers of a hot tub, eh?
Paul and John spent much of the afternoon chatting while Freddie and I made a cake. Then Paul, Freddie and I nipped up to the shops to buy strawberry jam for the filling. Paul and Freddie dived into the Barbers on the way back and came home looking very smart indeed with their new haircuts.
The cake looked lush when it was finished. Unfortunately, I had put the cake into the cake tin upside down, sitting it on the lid, so that it would be easy to cut when they got home. Freddie picked the tin up and, as I called out, “Hold it by the bottom!” out plopped the cake onto the hall carpet. Great work ensued in scraping off the fluff and dirt that had attached itself to the icing. I think we sorted it out – I would have eaten it – but whether the Kenilworth Sleaths will agree is yet to be seen.
This evening, we have both sat quietly on the sofa watching telly. John’s leg is paining him a bit though, so painkillers ahoy as the evening wore on and an early night. Looking forward to a better day tomorrow for him. He’s threatening to buy a can of petrol and get the car on the road!
Take care everyone. God bless.
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Oh that cake! 🙈
When you said ‘John was threatening to get a can of petrol tomorrow’ I wondered who’d up set him 🤣
We await developments …… 🤞
I know!! Poor Freddie! Paul want to cut the whole top off but Freddie had so lovingly decorated it that I couldn’t bring myself to do that!!
And yes, hope the car goes alright when the ol’ man get it out on the road!!