Thankfully, I have not gone mad. Dear Diary, must remember to be a little more cheerful in future. No-one likes a whinger. The Big Day cometh. La Grande Pancake is due to arrive this evening, neither her flat nor room is ready and I am posting to the blog instead of scrubbing. Naughty moi. We are back from Spain (of course), we have "done" two Germans, sorted out Mum, a dead rat on the back lawn and held the first meeting re Direct Payments and my presentation to the new Community Support Workers. That was just in the first week, so must be firing on a few cylinders.
Spain was wonderful. R looked beautiful - more than beautiful, in oyster silk with her high mantilla of bone and diamonds draped with old lace. She carried an exquisite posy of lily of the valley. Her family were all so welcoming and so kind. The service in the cathedral was moving though the priest was a little unbending, especially since poor B was grappling with his Spanish, very manfully, I thought as a non-native speaker. The ceremony was blessed by the Pope in a letter to R & B, leaving R in tears. The girls of course, were curious as kittens about our boys wearing "skirts" and were desperate to talk to them though language was a bit of a barrier.
Back home, just in time to welcome two charming German boys on a choral exchange. That was a bit of a challenge, trying to remember how to speak but we had a good time together. The boys being so much younger, were a little shy at first, but were fine by the last night!
Back to scrubbing. I do wonder how this venture in living together with LGP will go. Will our first battle be, how to persuade her kindly that it is not on, to drive our children to school - or anybody's children for that matter? The crude fact remains that at 85 ish, there is a good chance that something will happen, and I would rather my children weren't in the car if it does. Add to that, dementia - and it's a definite no-no.
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