Monthly Archives: January 2016

Z looks forward

Sorry I’ve been away for a bit, but it didn’t seem to be polite to Daphne, to write in the evening when we were all together and she goes to bed later than I do.  Tim quite understands the whole blogging thing, though, and has gone for a bit of a wander while i write.

It’s been a lovely few days.  The lunch on Sunday went very well and my children, all six of them, chatted vigorously as ever, while the children mostly vanished to play together.  I need to mention that the clock in the hall doesn’t need to be stopped then started, as I have to put it right later, but I don’t mind that my shoes are spread all over the house.  A granny should have as few rules as possible and even those should be flexible.  On Monday, Weeza had taken her last holiday from 2015, so we visited – Daphne had never been to their new house and so got the full guided tour, as did LT, who had been slightly more formally entertained last visit.  They’re planning a fresh round of work at the house in the next few months, having taken a bit of a break.

I hope that you lovely people have had a good Christmas/New Year/holiday period (darlings, I can do PC with the rest if it’s absolutely required), because I have.  A year ago, I was being pretty chipper but wasn’t finding it very easy, and I can’t quite believe the changes in my emotions and attitudes.  Living for now is what I normally do, as I’m inclined to be self-protective.  But I’m taking the risk and looking forward.

Happy 2016, friends.

Z feeds the five…er, the fifteen

The year started quietly, other than the first few minutes after midnight, when jollity reigned.  I was fine, just a bit tired…….Tim was decidedly chipper.  He says he’s an evening person,  as I am, but he’s pretty cheery in the morning too.

I’m not sure if those barn cats are getting fat or whether they just have really thick coats, but they look pretty fine and certainly fatter than Eloise.  They’re very pleased I’m home, though Roses looked after them just as well as I do (and she often feeds them anyway, whichever one of us is about).  The young pullets are laying well and, I think, the older birds’ laying habits have picked up.  I certainly have quite a number of eggs to be used.

This won’t be a problem, mind you, because it’s party time again on Sunday.  I’ve got a socking great rib of beef and there will be fifteen of us to eat it.  Daphne is coming to stay tomorrow and Charlotte is coming on Sunday, as is the family.

Talking of family, I don’t think I’ve mentioned here that Ro and Dora are expecting a baby.  We’re all so happy.  They wanted to tell the family when they came for tea before Christmas, but ducked out of it (shy, darlings, like wot I am) and asked me to Start Spreading The News.  So I just said, before we start eating, let’s all congratulate Ro and Ro*.  There was a momentary confusion and then, of course, everyone twigged.

Lovely.

 

*Dora’s real name is Ro, but that would just be too confusing.  One in the blogfamily is quite enough.