Daughter 2 came home for a meeting, and thus a long weekend with us. She set out from London on the 7.30 pm train on Wednesday and was due in Edinburgh at 11.30 pm. However, England has been suffering from severe weather and because of gales which brought down the power lines for the trains near York, she didn't get home till 5 am on Thursday - on a train that had to scoop up the passengers on the 6.30 pm from the previous evening as well as the 7 and 7.30 pm trains. Not fun. Not fun for the poor railway employees who had to deal with this either.
However, after some sleep, she recovered enough to be sociable later in the day with her sister and niece (and the rest of us).
A smiley baby is a very jolly person indeed.
How nice to attract such universal approval as a baby does. If only all life could be like this.
Grandson's recent experiences of feeling that he's surrounded by idiots: Episode 1
While Daughter 2 was catching up on her sleep, Grandson and I were on a bus, sitting beside an elderly lady. "Look," said the lady to Grandson, pointing to traffic lights. "Those lights stop the traffic. When the light's red, we have to stop and then when it turns green, we can go."
Grandson gazed at her. You could see him thinking: I've known that for - ooh - months and months. Traffic lights are more or less my favourite things. Well, and tractors. And trains. And little cheesy biscuits.
"So," said the lady, "there's a red light. What does red mean?"
"Stop," said Grandson, speaking slowly and clearly as if to someone slightly deficient in the grey matter.
"That's right!" said the lady, clearly pleased by her efforts to educate the young.
Ah, teaching. It's always hard to get the level right.