Thursday, January 09, 2014
Nothing much happened but...
It's been a nice day, despite the fact that it started with a check-up at the dentist. He didn't need to do anything, though there was an element of "yet..." in his verdict. Still, the sun shone once more and the city looked pretty.
Afterwards I rewarded myself with a visit to a bookshop with a café. A very pretty blonde girl was in the queue in front of me and she chose a cupcake. "Actually," she said to me, "I'd like one of each flavour." I looked at them. They were from Cuckoo's Bakery, near Daughter 2's wedding dress dressmaker's workshop. The daughters and I used to go there after fittings to have mum-and-daughter-and-sisterly chats.
"My husband would like that sticky toffee pudding one," I said, not intending to buy him one (since I'd like to keep him alive a bit longer. I didn't think it looked healthful).
The girl said to me, "The first date my boyfriend took me on was to Cuckoo's Bakery followed by the Botanic Gardens."
I applauded his taste in date venues (as well as girls. She was lovely). We had a minor chat. Their relationship has now been going for two years. I mentioned the fact that I'd been married for forty.
"Well," she said, "you should buy your husband one. You buy one for him and I'll buy one for my boyfriend. Let's do it! It would be romantic!"
So we did. I'm not sure whether he was more impressed by the romance or the taste. (Actually I think it was the taste.)
The pretty girl's name was the same as Daughter 2's.
Then I collected Grandson and he and I went to the Botanics.
There was a heron on the duck pond but it flew away as I took its photo. See that blur?
Home again, I got out our 30-year-old Duplo. Grandson hadn't seen it before. He LOVED it, especially as it has traffic lights which change colour if you move a lever up and down and even has red and green men signs. Traffic lights are among his favourite things.
It was dark by the time Mr L took him home after tea. About to get into the car, Grandson looked up at the clear sky, with moon and stars clearly visible. "Look - stars," I said. "Twinkle, twinkle, little...?"
"Twinkle twinkle little MOON!" he said, and chortled. Then he continued, "That's [Grandson]'s little joke. It's a very good joke."
Well, it made me smile.
Posted by Pam (Isabelle) at 8:07 p.m.