Was hoping to write earlier this week but coming home after an exhausting but great weekend I found myself laid low by one of those lurgies that come out of nowhere, knock you sideways, wear you out and then vanish leaving you feeling as if you have been steamrollered. From whence they come I have now idea.
So feeling less wobbly today and my mind no longer full of cotton wool decided to post a post for you all.
Great birthday weekend with family. Totally knackering mind you. Here is my timetable:
Friday - drive up to London. Roadworks everywhere. It is that time of year when councils realise they have money left to spend out of their budgets and decide to use it by digging up roads. Three hours to get from Colchester to Ealing. I kid you not.
Arrive and have to leave straight away to meet Other Grandma for lunch with her and Florence and Beatrice. Great lunch but all a mad dash. Came home, looked after girls in afternoon as both parents working. In the evening Helen and I went to Richmond Theatre to see Private Lives. Excellent performance and great evening. Came home and crashed out in bed. Florence in bed with me. She snores and she kicks...
Saturday morning - stay at home while family go out. In the afternoon catch Tube and exit Tottenham Court Road, walk down Charing X Road to Dean Street where I am attending a blogger do. More of that in another post. Pouring with rain, cold dreary and miserable and could I find the Groucho Club where I was going? Answer no. Tramped up and down the street four times before I came upon a discreetly hidden door with a tiny plate saying Grouch Club. Honestly! Afterwards, walked back to Tube got to Kew. Babysat. Collapsed into bed. Florence still snoring.
Sunday morning - Helen taking Florence to a Zoo party. Don't ask. I stayed at home and looked after Beatrice which was lovely. We did jigsaws all morning and she was delightful. Son in Law cooked roast dinner. Delish. After lunch off to Kew Gardens for a walk and saw the orchids in the glass house which were stunning. Tea and cake. Then walk home. Went up to my room and crashed out. Later on in the evening babysat. Bed with snoring child..
Monday - waved them all off and later in the morning met good friend for lunch. Then drove home. Another three hour journey. Home. Knackered.
I had a fantastic time and loved every minute but realise that these days I am not as lithe and limber as I used to be. Spent a quiet day on Tuesday and then on Wednesday the aforementioned lurgy hit me and laid me low.
So that was my week. Lots more to blog about, including the programme for the Felixstowe Book Festival etc and the blogger do I attended, but that is for another day.
Au reservoir.
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