Dilly and Al are having a rare evening out. They had meant to go to the cinema, but they know they'd only sleep through the film, so they are going out for a meal instead.
In a few weeks, they are going to a George Michael concert at Carrow Road in Norwich. Dilly's choice. Al is truly demonstrating his love. He never listens to music in any case, but if he did, I don't think GM would be his gig of choice. It will be interesting to see how long it takes me to get Pugsley to sleep without his night-time feed of mother's milk. Like all of my children, he rejects a bottle.
I've done nothing today. The excuse was the rain (Al and family went to Cromer and walked resolutely down the prom, dressed in sou'westers and wellies), but I did no more than some necessary greenhouse stuff and a visit to the local supermarket. Oh, and I picked a lettuce.
Sorry to be boring. I'm going to eat sausage and mash and then, armed with a bottle of wine and a book, go next door to do Granny-duty.
Granny-pleasure is when the children are awake, of course.
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z...you are right Al is showing true love going to a GM concert.Tell him not to buy a t shirt, it may cause rumours in the village.
I'll remind him to stay out of the public lavatories.
wow. would Z go to a GM concert? if so, she might want to consider taking a certain youngish american girl along, you know, for kicks.
'course I would, Jen. It'd be great.
Sigh.....just thinking of my grandbabies and wishing I too could go next door to babysit.
Yep, it's so true. If you get on well and neither side is clingy (because it could be an oppressive closeness), it's perfect and I'm awfully lucky.
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