P for Peregrine! Huzzah!!

Welcome to Sarah’s son, who has no idea he is being immortalised in Blogland, but in future years will be terribly gratified by this.

If this post wasn’t named for him, it would be P for bearing, please darlings, as I rarely miss a day but was both tired and sociable last night, and it’s rare that so many of my family are gathered together at one time. It was lovely.

Weeza and Zerlina came over from Norwich, Ro also came from Norwich by train after work, Phil drove up from Ipswich after work, Dilly and Al drove over because D’s sister Philly looked after the children and Wink took the day off and drove 230 miles from Ziggiland. Splendidly effortful (thank you all, darlings, your father etc and I do really appreciate it) and it made our 25th anniversary sale all the more memorable.

All went excellently, thanks, and the little cat was sold for over £9,000, which is damn good. Actually, the Sage had been left a bit for quite a bit more but, like on eBay, you only pay one bid over your rival’s highest bid, so the top bidder saved nearly £1000 on what he was willing to pay. Overall, it went very well and we came home happy.

Very funny conversations between Ro and his sister, which I’ll describe tomorrow if I can somehow link them with the letter Q. Weeza stayed over last night, Phil and Zerlina having gone home earlier, and she said it was the best night’s sleep she’d had for 15 months. Tonight, little z is staying with Dilly et al, so Weeza and Phil are alone and carefree (good for a night, lonely after two). Tomorrow, it’s Phil’s turn – apparently, he’ll remain in his pants (underpants, that is) and play on the XBox or whatever the current console is, all day while all the rest of the family have lunch here.

I’m hoping to speak to HDWK on the phone as she passes through England en route to India.

Wink has led me a bit astray this evening, and I’m a bit tiddly. But the good news is, Weeza has almost talked me into buying myself an iPhone. All I need to do is to venture into the new Mac shop in Norwich and I know the debit card will be waved. I just know it.

Might not go for a while though. Deferred gratification is all the sweeter, isn’t it?

Wait for it … wait for it … mm, yes……………………….

16 comments on “P for Peregrine! Huzzah!!

  1. Sarah

    Peregrine grunts…errr thanks, as he sits in his jamies, barely lifting his gaze from the play station 3. He’s on line with his mates chasing (real) Russian’s. You can hear them all shouting instructions in Russian…too real for my liking. Hmmm.

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  2. Z

    Deferred gratification not your thing, 4D?

    No Dave, five of us shared a bottle of wine and we chatted until we went to bed. Too tired to want more to drink, if that was the euphemism you meant.

    I used to like playing console games with my son until they became too realistic. Just as well Peregrine wasn’t concentrating on what you said, he’d probably think it quite odd that we’re talking about him.

    Makes me sound like a Wodehouse aunt, Christopher. Or maybe Volumnia, Though I suppose they didn’t have iPhones.

    I seem to have been convinced. In principle, at any rate.

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  3. Dave

    I hate to disagree, but:

    In the middle of the earth in the land of the Shire
    lives a brave little hobbit whom we all admire.
    With his long wooden pipe,
    fuzzy, woolly toes,
    he lives in a hobbit-hole and everybody knows him

    Bilbo (Bilbo)
    Bilbo Baggins
    He’s only three feet tall
    Bilbo (Bilbo)
    Bilbo Baggins
    The bravest little hobbit of them all

    Now hobbits are peace-lovin’ folks you know
    They don’t like to hurry and they take things slow
    They don’t like to travel away from home
    They just want to eat and be left alone
    But one day Bilbo was asked to go
    on a big adventure to the caves below,
    to help some dwarves get back their gold
    that was stolen by a dragon in the days of old.

    Bilbo (Bilbo)
    Bilbo Baggins
    He’s only three feet tall
    Bilbo (Bilbo)
    Bilbo Baggins
    The bravest little hobbit of them all

    Well, he fought with the goblins
    He battled a troll!!
    He riddled with Gollum!!!
    A magic ring he stole!!!
    He was chased by wolves,
    Lost in the forest,
    Escaped in a barrel from the elf-king’s halls!!!!!!!

    Bilbo (Bilbo)
    Bilbo Baggins
    The bravest little hobbit of them all

    Now he’s back in his home in the land of the Shire,
    that brave little hobbit whom we all admire,
    just sittin’ on a treasure of silver and gold
    puffin’ on his pipe in his hobbit-hole.

    Bilbo (Bilbo)
    Bilbo Baggins
    He’s only three feet tall
    Bilbo (Bilbo)
    Bilbo Baggins
    The bravest little hobbit of them all

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  4. Dandelion

    Well, at the time that song was written, I’m sure it was correct. But that was before the fellowship of the ring. From a modern perspective, and taking all events into account, Samwise is clearly the bravest.

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  5. Z

    No Christopher, I’d not like to be compared to the Sredni Vashtar or Lumbar Room aunt. Daphne would be fine. I think I need to develop a little first, but it’s something to aspire to.

    4D, Dave and Dand can discuss hobbits amongst themselves. I have my own preference, but I’m keeping quiet – though I agree with one of you.

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