Back home again – the little ones stayed here with me on Friday and Saturday and I drove them home on Sunday, gave them their tea and put them to bed, then had dinner ready for Phil and Weeza when they arrived back shortly afterwards, in time to kiss the children goodnight.
Ronan and Dora came over on Saturday with their little niece, whose mum was in London for the weekend too. We all went down to the village playground, it was a warm and sunny day. There was a football match on. Not in the playground itself, obvs.
Ro and I had a really good chat, it was lovely. I told him I’m going to London next week, to the Impressionist exhibition at the National Gallery. I’m meeting a blog friend there and then we’re having lunch together. Ro was interested and we talked about art and stuff, he asked if I’d ever been to Sir John Soane’s house, which I have, so we enthused in a splendidly bonding mother and son way. He’d been as pleased with the sarcophagus in the basement as I was, and as thrilled by all the Hogarths upstairs.
Zerlina had asked for steak for Saturday night because, as she said, she’d never had steak and wondered if she’d like it. In the end, she changed her mind because we’d eaten quite a lot during the day and we just had pasta and pesto. The pesto was home made, I’d taken it out of the freezer a couple of days earlier and then not eaten it, so it wanted using. So the next night, I cooked steak and lamb chops for everyone. Z and Gus shared a steak and had a chop each, with fried potatoes. It’s amazing, how much food two small children can pack away. They had yoghurt afterwards. And fruit.