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.