Sorry for the absence- we've been to Kent for a week's hols and just got back today.
It's been a week of warm sunshine, swimming (including diving lessons from L, who it turns out is quite a Hard Task Master as far as his expectations of his mother collecting diving toys from the bottom of the deep end (for the first time ever in her life) are concerned. This is possibly because he swims like a dolphin, while I have all the natural grace and elegance of an elephant waddling through custard. Still, I did do it, and it Felt Surprisingly Good), castles, reading, walking, sleeping and sampling local ales. Ted and Pops came too. They made friends with Max (elderly springer resident of the farm and winner of the Lowest Slung Belly competition), discovered the hard way that hedgehogs have sharp prickles (they were Very Excited Indeed to find that the local Mrs Tiggywinkle lived behind their new hedge - look up Beatrix Potter if you're not sure) and learnt how not to be sick on Long Car Journeys. Pops seems to have left her pretend-pregnancy behind her and is back to her usual bouncy, joyful self, which is a Huge Relief (and thank you for all your kind get well soon messages - she sends you all a big lick by way of thanks (having been on the receiving end of these, I have to tell you they are not to be wished for on the whole).
All in all it has been a tonic.
I have a mountain of photographs to wade through and a pile of washing a mile high, as well as three guests arriving at 6pm for an over-night stay tonight, and my sis-in-law who comes tomorrow for supper. There's nothing like being thrown back into life at a hundred miles an hour, is there?
Talking of which, I dashed straight off to Waitrose to fill bare cupboards as soon as we got back and while I was looking for a space to park the car, I was treated to an example of Bad Manners that could have won prizes. Beside an elusive space was a square-bosomed woman with starched white hair who was attempting to pack her elderly mother into her car. I stopped to wait, not wanting to hurry the old lady and because it was hot I had my window fully down with the result that the woman's voice as she spoke to her mother carried into my car. Her old ma was obviously anxious about holding me up, but instead of smiling at me and saying 'I won't be a sec, mum's a bit wobbly' which any normal person would do, the square-bosomed woman merely threw me a filthy look and said in a loud venomous voice 'she'll just have to wait.'
I could understand this (just) if I'd been revving my engine and attempting to ram the old dear into the car, but I wasn't. I was just waiting, happily, given that this was an old lady.
Anyway, this statement was repeated FOUR times with increasing venom until she finally got the old lady into the car, at which point I will freely confess that it took all the self-constraint I possess not to run her over. I contended myself with (rather pettily) waiting far longer than was necessary to park so she couldn't get out of her space, and then I gave her my best Paddington Bear Stare for good measure as I walked away. Childish of me I know, but it made me feel better.
I guess it's her blood pressure, not mine :-)
Here's a snapshot of what we've been up to this week.....
|Fun and Games in the pool. That blur of water is M launching his son into the air.|
|Red Admiral (of course)|
|Roman Lighthouse at Dover Castle|
|Igtham Mote. Lovely. Sigh.|
|Book shop in Rye|
|Combine working in the fields|
|Entrance to Leeds Castle|
|Medieval Great Tower at Dover Castle in the mist|
|The White Cliffs of Dover|
|Gargoyle high up on Canterbury Cathedral. Looks like he's having a Good Old Laugh, doesn't he?|
|Canterbury's 15th C City Walls which are still working tickety boo|
I'll be back with more later....
Have a Good Evening All,