Well another week has gone by and it has certainly been a hectic one. Last Sunday James and Helen were holding a welcome party for Beatrice (they had a similar one for Florence) and I was doing some cooking for it on Saturday preparatory to driving up in the evening, when I had a call from Helen to tell me that Florence had come down with chickenpox. This entailed rapid calling round of projected guests, many of whom had small children and/or babies to warn them. Guest list somewhat curtailed but still plenty of attendees. Florence simply adores her cousins and the two elder girls Eleonor and Rosanna adore her too and they just took her in hand and looked after her all day. She was not too spotty and seemed fine until the afternoon when she suddenly tired and became very weepy.
It was wonderful to see everyone and as it was a good sunny day we spent a lot of time in the little paved garden quaffing champagne and chatting. I had to watch my intake as I was driving home that evening in order to sleep in my own bed and be back the next night as Helen had asked for my help in looking after Florence who could not go to nursery and panic stations all round.
So I spent Monday night to Thursday night helping out and looking after Florence and babysitting and watching Toy Story 1-3 over and over again but as I love them and think they are beautifully done, that was no hardship. Florence veered between being terribly busy and running about and then keeling over and sleeping on the sofa and poor little thing found it all most bewildering. Much better by the time I left and I am sure you will all understand when I say that though I simply adore both my grandchildren, I was very glad to get into my own bed and relax. I feel totally shattered at the moment. Due to drive up to Leicester today to my sister's as I am going on holiday with her and my bro in law next week, but decided to put the drive off until tomorrow and very glad I did as I am still feeling tres knackered.
I have still managed to read three books this week, mainly because I retired to bed each night at about 9 pm knowing I would be up at the crack of dawn and one, The President's Hat, was so enchanting and delightful that I am saving a post all about it for next week. I shall take my laptop with me to Madeira and will be reviewing and writing from Funchal. I also need to keep in touch as I am organising various matters to do with the Felixstowe Book Festival and will be writing about that as well. A blogger's work is never done...'sigh'
And now that I have ended this simply frightfully boring post I am off to seek my couch and hope that my aching back will unkink by tomorrow for my drive.
Au reservoir
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