Dizzy

 

When you've been away from blogging for a few days - especially a few days which have been somewhat action-packed - it's a bit hard to know where to start again. But our recent experiences have involved quite a lot of Grandson, who beams his way through life in a very heartening manner.

 

 

Last weekend Daughter 2 was in Edinburgh and she, Daughter 1, SIL 1, Grandson, Mr Life and I all had lunch with Son and Daughter-in-Law at Gloagburn Farm near Perth (greatly recommended). We felt the need to be together. Here, Son gives Grandson his first driving lesson.

 

 

Then on Monday of this week, our bloggy friends arrived on a visit. They allowed us to accompany them to Fife, across the water from Edinburgh. The sun shone (mainly).

 

 

We had a lovely day. We had planned to walk more than we did - chatting over lunch got fatally in the way - but it was very pleasant. We also met up with Di of Woollie Wanderings, http://woolliemind.blogspot.co.uk/, which was very nice. Another blog to follow... oh dear.

 

Then on Thursday morning our visitors left and on Thursday afternoon, my brother and his family and later Daughter 2 arrived (she had been back in London for the beginning of the week). The funeral and thanksgiving services happened on Friday.

 

And they went well. An amazing number of people came, considering my mother's great age.

 

But I feel a bit... dizzied. A lot of beds have been changed. Many cups of tea and coffee have been drunk. The fridge has been emptied and many dishes washed up. There has been laughter; we have exchanged reminiscences. Most of us went to see SIL 2 in his company's Fringe show (Showstopper, the Improvised Musical - excellent). And it's always seemed very odd that Mum hasn't been here. Very odd indeed. And sad.

 

So now... what? To some extent, we feel astonishingly free of everyday commitments - but tomorrow we start looking after Grandson three days a week while Daughter 1 goes back to work. Not for all that long, since Volume 2 is on the way. But I think we may be kept rather busy by the Giggling Tornado whooshing very fast around the house. He's not quite walking yet but if there were an Olympic crawling race, he'd get the gold medal.