I’ve got a problem here. I can’t get out of this alphabet thingy. I can’t even remember all the letters of the Greek alphabet in the right order ( I play the piano a bit like Eric Morcambe, too).
Anyway, I’ve just come in from a firework party. The village church has a youth club, mostly young teens, about 15 or so, and a few days ago I was asked (because of my Position of Authoritay) about where in the environs of the churchyard a firework display could be held. I replied with an explanation of where would be best, but also suggested our field would be better again, and we could set up the barbecue they wanted to hold too. This was all Fine and Dandy until yesterday evening, when I found out that the organiser was laid low by a bad back and couldn’t take part.
No problem I said, I’ll get the food and sort things. And the Sage would sort the bonfire. Today, I discovered that some of the youngsters’ parents and siblings could be coming. And there was no likelihood of anyone actually saying in advance if they were coming, so numbers were only to be guessed.
Well, I did overcater, but then I always do. And it went very well. I confess, I cheated by cooking sausages in the Aga in advance, to be charcoaled a bit on the barbecue afterwards, but that’s not a bad idea and they were very good sausages. One child was heard asking “does anyone actually live here?” and, on being told that someone did, “they must be very rich”. No dear, you’d change your mind if you saw it in daylight. It’s roomier than the average garden, but that’s about it.
We finished by toasting marshmallows on the barbecue and with some delicious flapjacks made by Avril. I didn’t get introduced to Avril but she makes excellent flapjacks.
This morning, I had the great pleasure of taking Squiffany to school for the first time. Even better, I had Pugsley and Zerlina with me, because their mothers were away in London overnight and Al was in charge of all three children. I took over at 7 o’clock this morning. They were all absolutely delightful and make me wonder why I found motherhood so hard when grandmotherhood is nothing but a pleasure.
The mothers arrived home, we all went to fetch Squiffany home from school (she goes mornings only this term) and then lunch was contemplated. I rashly offered pizza, but found I’d only got one in the freezer. We had pizza, meatballs and chips. A thoroughly balanced diet. Well, when you bear in mind there was also grape juice and orange juice, and tomatoes, onion and courgettes in the meatball sauce.
The rest of yesterday’s post is in preparation. I still haven’t quite decided what conclusion I’m coming to.