It’s been a bit busy since my last blog, what with looking after a poorly wife (despite what she might say to the contrary), some church reports that I had to do, and some long days at work catching up after our holidays. But things are calming down and normal service is resumed.
We had a lovely weekend with the Hampshire Tilleys last week, managing to drop of the dogs at “Best Buddies” and be in Chandlers Ford soon after 11 on Saturday. We had a guided tour of the new house – it’s lovely, with lots of space, functional and stylish at the same time. A bit like me, really. I’m not going to describe it in detail – I’m sure that Chris and Lucy will be delighted to describe it with the help of photos for those who haven’t visited yet.
On Saturday afternoon we drove to the coast and had a stroll along the sea front in lovely warm sunny weather looking across the Solent to the Isle of Wight. The girls cycled along the “promenade” – at one point Megan fell off, and by the time Chris caught up, she had been picked up by a couple walking nearby. Chris dusted Megan down, put her back in the saddle, and asked her if she had thanked the kind people who rescued her, “No!” said Megan “Because you told me not to talk to strangers…”
Naturally the cycle ride included time to enjoy ourselves at a playground overlooking the sea
Saturday evening, after bedtime stories, was, of course, spent in front of Strictly, apart for me who spent the evening being told by Chantal to put my paper down because she couldn’t see the TV.
Sunday was warm and sunny, and we made the most of the garden, playing on the swing,
bouncing on the trampoline, playing swing ball (Chris has strung a tennis ball to the bough of a tree – I must try that here),
helping Bridget with the homework (as much as she allowed us to), reading very impressive school reports, beading hair (doll’s and Granny’s) and applying nail varnish. Granny applied varnish to girls who then applied varnish to Granny – guess who was next in line?
The new kitchen/living room/dining room has large patio doors that floods the living room with sunshine, allowing garden and house activities to take place without participants being separate
The only break was in activity was to enjoy a superb Sunday roast prepared by Lucy while we were enjoying ourselves. As always time flew by, and we were sorry when it was time to leave late on Sunday afternoon.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
