Monday, March 17, 2014
Trying to be philosophical
We've been down in London visiting Daughter 2 in her new flat. It's very nice and of course we're glad to see her and her husband settled somewhere that they like, but now that they've bought property there, it reminds us that she's down south for good. We knew this anyway but we don't like facing up to it.
All of our children have painted their living room walls a light green. Could there be something genetic in this? Maybe I could get a PhD out of it.
Daughter 1 and the children came to tea today. Grandson - though told not to - dropped from his booster seat at table a napkin ring that used to belong to my grandparents. It's made of some early plastic and is of no value except sentimentally. I then, forgetting that it was on the floor, stupidly stepped on it.
Me: Oh, it's broken!
Grandson [philosophically]: These things happen.
And now I must do some piano practice. My lesson's tomorrow and because we didn't get back till today, I've not touched the piano since last Tuesday.