It's been a busyish week or so, during which: the children conducted scientific experiments in the paddling pool;
we visited Granddaughter M (and again today. She's so lovely);
Daughter 2 has visited us twice (it was hardly worth her going back to London for four days);
This three-generation-in-a-heap photo was taken (how discouraging that I look about 90, but facts must be faced);
the garden bloomed on and on, belying the shortening days;
(phlox: can't you just smell it?);
Granddaughter L and I went to the museum, where she dressed up in the Explorers room;
(here she seems to be Dr Livingston wearing a lifejacket and cosy gloves - she was rather warm, hence the rosy cheeks);
Grandson had his first full week AT SCHOOL;
some art happened in the kitchen;
Son-in-Law 1 dressed up in the crawl tunnel, while Granddaughter L wore my shirt and sun hat;
the sun continued to shine. 30 degrees in London, 21 here. I know which I prefer.
And Grandson fetched a torch to look down the hole that my washing whirly line stands in. He didn't find much down there but enjoyed looking.
So: not much spare time really; for which I'm very grateful. What joy these descendants give us.