Visiting and visitors

Well, by some miracle we got away, nobody else developed Covid and we had our holiday by the sea. There were twelve of us: two daughters, one son, one son- and one daughter-in-law, five grandchildren (11, 9, 6, nearly 5, 3), Mr L and me, in two houses a couple of minutes' drive apart. 

Was it good fun? Mostly. Was it restful? Nope. Did the children enjoy it? Yes, almost all the time. The 3-year-old boy thought the 11-year old boy was splendid, the two little girls thought the 9-year-old girl was wonderful and the two bigger ones were pretty patient with the little ones. Nevertheless, rallying twelve people and feeding them is quite challenging! But everything went pretty well and now we're home. 

Son was very good at playing with them in the garden. They loved it. 

He's quite strong! 

And beaches are always popular. 

The little gang. 

Besties. 

Besties again. 

Engineering works. 

Our nephew, a musician performing at the Festival Fringe, arrived the day before we left and looked after the house in peace while we were away. Now it's slightly less peaceful because the day we got back (with Daughter 2 and Littlest Granddaughter), Daughter 2's friend, her partner and four-year-old son arrived for four days - the partner has a film at the Film Festival. And they're all lovely, and the two four-year-olds are having a great time together but it doesn't make for a tidy house. And tonight our nephew's fiancee (please imagine the accent on this) is arriving for a week. Nephew and his young lady are no trouble at all but the house will now be officially FULL.