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.