Well, it’s been a funny sort of day! Running in the drizzle first thing. After breakfast Granddaughter Number Two turned up, as she usually does on a Thursday. She wanted help ironing some embroidery work she’s been doing for Granddaughter Number One’s birthday. For all the world it’s a kind of “sampler”, the sort of thing victorian (I think) ladies used to stitch with uplifting words,often from the bible, and hang on the wall. Hers has some uplifting words which are much too rude to publish here. It needed ironing as it had ring-creases where she had used an embroidery hoop to keep the fabric taught. Now those creases needed to go but at her house they have no iron or ironing board. My iron only emerges from the cupboard on very rare occasions. Time was I used to iron shirts and sometimes trousers and dresses but nowadays I hang stuff out to dry creatively. There are a couple of linen items which insist that they need ironing; nice as they are, they are worn rarely. And Granddaughter Number Two had the cheek to laugh at my venerable steam iron and even asked how old it is!
So it goes.
We collected the small people from school. After tea the small boy and I played catch in the windy garden. We had to rescue the ball from its hiding place in a huge fern at one point. And there were several occasions when it almost disappeared over the wall into the crevasse between our garden and the industrial estate next door. Such exciting times!
And that’s pretty much the highlights of the day. I seem not to have found time to scan the newspapers. But, hey! Tomorrow is another day!
Life goes on. Stay safe and well, everyone!
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