Been a while (again) since thew last post - something to do with being absolutely cream crackered since going back to school after half-term.
Up and down couple of weeks - footy is going alright, we're not going to set the Premiership alight yet, but at least we've won a game.
Middle grandchild was 2 last Friday so we paid a visit to the lovely Weymouth on Sunday and had a great day all round.
Monday Mother had a little visit to hospital for an MOT - interesting to see her in the ward when I picked her up. All the younger models around still knocked out by the anaesthetic, but she was sat on chair raring to go. Had to stop her from tearing around the flat when we got home to do 'housework'.
Sort of made me think about her childhood and it's effect on her now and comparing that with a modern child now. She would have been 12/13 at start of WWII and grew up in East London during the worst of the Blitz (with a brief stay in Devon when evacuated). She has never really talked about this part of her life, but it must have had a great emotional effect on her. She has mentioned the Doodlebugs though - and how terrifying they were. One lasting effect has been her terror of running out of toilet paper!!
Off to badminton now - can't believe how absolutely knackered I am - strain of worrying about mother must have taken more out of me than i thought. Looking forward to the Kebab afterwards though...yummy.