Family Matters

Yes it does. In spite of one or two annoying little habits they may have, my family are the best. You may think yours are better but that’s because you haven’t met mine. Last weekend we went to the coast to meet up with our son, his fiancee and their daughter, who were having a short break by the sea so that he could then spend his birthday present from us on a trip on a steam train on the North Yorks Moors Railway. He’s something of an enthusiast for railways – we don’t call them trainspotters in our house.

Image result for north yorkshire moors railway(http://www.nymr.co.uk/)  https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=uEv6S6Iga5E

Isla making a bid for freedom.
Isla making a bid for freedom.

So we met them in Scarborough, right down on the seafront and Isla, the two year old, couldn’t wait to run down to the sea, first with Mummy and then with Grandad and Daddy. I assumed the role of official photographer, as my current spinal condition leaves me a bit rickety for running on the sand chasing two year olds who can outstrip me in moments. Needless to say, she fell in the water and Daddy had to run in after her, getting his shoes wet. Served him right, I thought, the daft lump should have taken them off as soon as he hit the sand. (They had spare clothes for Isla but not for Daddy. Ooops.)

We strolled along the sea front, trying not to buy ALL the grockle in the souvenir shops – just a few sticks of rock, a toy elephant, a hammer that makes squeaky noises, a map for the car and a plastic toilet which contains a type of putty that, when you squeeze it, makes farty noises. The epitome of good taste. Continue reading “Family Matters”

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All heart

Just Mooka and a curved version of Ing down the centre.
Just Mooka and a curved version of Ing down the centre.

We had a drawing afternoon at my house last week. Just five of us making fridge magnets in the shape of a heart. (I happened to have some little wooden blanks to put them on, so we drew on card and then stuck them on the wooden bases, with self adhesive magnetic tape on the back. ) We had a lot of fun although, as often happens with my stitch and bitch group, there was less stitchin than bitchin and no-one completely finished. We started by learning new or practising previously learned patterns, including Heartstrings, Copada, Printemps and Finery, which were then used by each person as they thought best.

Pat used Heartstrings to divide the heart into fillable sections, whereas Alison used Verve. I had done a couple, well, four, to use as examples of a finished product and, for a bit of spice, had added just a splash of red here and there.

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Breathing Space

One of my pieces for the Summer Fayre.
One of my pieces for the Summer Fayre.

I hadn’t expected to be writing a post this week, as my consultant was to contact me to make arrangements for me to go into hospital. However, his secretary called this morning to talk about pre op examinations and says I should expect to be in surgery sometime in July or August. Having psyched myself up for June, I feel a bizarre combination of relief and disappointment. To celebrate (?) I went to the dentist and then we took a drive out into Derbyshire to visit my parents’ not graves, i.e. where their ashes are scattered. I can’t tell you where because we didn’t seek permission to scatter them and I think maybe we should have, but it’s too late now.

The trees have grown a lot since we scattered the ashes here but it's still a lovely place to rest.
The trees have grown a lot since we scattered the ashes here but it’s still a lovely place to rest.

It was a lovely day and I saw the scenery through the eyes of a tourist, looking at my own countryside as if it were Majorca or Rhodes, for example. It’s very true, that if we had the good weather on a regular basis, we would never want to leave these shores. We then called in at the Wheatsheaf pub in Baslow and had a lateish lunch and then a leisurely drive home. Highly satisfying. Continue reading “Breathing Space”

In a Spare Moment

Playing with colour.
Playing with colour.

Away in the sun for a few days with Rachel, Kris and Ben, we have escaped back to the apartment before launching into another game of vampire orcas in the swimming pool with Ben organising us into teams of hunter and hunted. All this because, on the first day, I had him playing with an inflatable whale to boost his confidence in the water.  Since he is always talking (usually to dish out instructions – born to be a sergeant major, I think) he swallows as much water as he swims in but it doesn’t seem to do him any harm. Continue reading “In a Spare Moment”