I’ve pulled over a couple more sections of the fence, but then got rained off so I haven’t finished the job. Just one more piece to go, but there’s a load of bricks and wood to shift, the cleared area to dig the roots out of and then that tree to come down. And, now that the lawn is visible as you come round the bend in the drive, the weeds by the laurel hedge I cut down (and which is about 4 feet high again) are very visible. I think the next thing I’ll buy will be an electric hedge trimmer, because the laurel is already untidy, other hedges need to be cut and it will take forever with shears. I usually prefer to do things by hand, but one has to accept practicalities once in a while.
Anyway, now it appears that I have some unexpected time on my hands and, unusually, some impetus to do something useful. I don’t know what though. I want to be outside, but all the vast amount of undergrowth that could usefully be cut is very wet and it’s not the time to be waving around sharp implements, because I am clumsy at best.
I think it might be Al and Dilly’s wedding anniversary today. I’m not very good at dates. They are out, possibly celebrating. I am a very bad mother, because it’s the sort of thing women are supposed to remember.
The other day, I was working in the shop when Dilly and the children came in. As they left again, Dilly prompted Squiffany to say goodbye, but she went out without a word. Yesterday, Dilly said she had discovered the way her mind had been working. Later, after I arrived home, Squiffany said to her mother “Oh, I forgot to say goodbye to Granny this morning. I’d better go and see her now.” Dilly didn’t let her get away with it, but I was quite amused and somewhat flattered.
Yesterday, I took some vegetables home from the shop and delivered them as Dilly needed them for the children’s tea (they like vegetables, fortunately). I stayed for a cup of tea and Squiffany asked winsomely if she could come home with me for a while. I agreed, adding that she could go and bounce on my bed…I know she’d ask to and prefer to make it look like my choice! She was pleased enough to wait patiently for me to finish my tea, just whispering “Shall we leave Pugsley at home with Mummy?”
Pugsley is finally starting to walk around the furniture. He has been standing for a long time, but hasn’t managed to move his legs at the same time until now. He is not too good at crawling, though he can shuffle backwards, but Squiffany never really crawled either. This is not a bad thing, as a crawling baby can move pretty fast and have wreaked an awful mess before you notice they have gone at all. To encourage him, Dilly laid a raisin trail along the sofa and he edged along keenly, eating as he went. He’s keen on food, though he doesn’t like being spoon-fed. Mostly, he has finger foods which he chomps effectively with his four teeth. He likes using his own spoon, but hasn’t got the knack of transferring food from bowl to mouth with it.
You remember I told you Squiffany’s first words were “oh dear”? Now Pugsley can say it too. Dilly had no idea that she said it so much, but I don’t expect she did before she had children.