Zerlina woke before 6 this morning. I took her to the bathroom, then back to bed where she slept for a couple more hours. Weeza wonders how I do it - z hasn't had a daytime nap for weeks and normally wakes about 7. I am extremely relaxed and fond of rest and this evidently is absorbed by my grandchild.
We spent much of the day with Dilly and the children, walking into town in the morning and going to the local air museum in the afternoon. Here. Just for an hour or so, and partly to find some clues - Al and Dilly and the children enjoyed geocaching when they were on holiday and have been doing it locally too. It is half term week and fortunately the weather is still fine, although windy today. Weeza said her husband had an arduous cycle ride to work today against the wind and felt exhausted by the time he arrived. It took him over an hour and a half to cycle twenty-two miles, apparently. Appallingly slow, I'm sure you'll agree, hem hem.
This morning, I started up the computer and the desktop photo happened to be one of Hadrian, taken just before he went on holiday. He was sitting on our sofa, smiling and I was startled to realise how like my father he looked. The thing is, Al looks like my father in his young, very thin days, but in middle age he put on some weight and his face looked fuller. And Hay, although chubbier of face than that, had just the same smile and look in his eyes that I remember.
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It's amazing how you see the flash of the generations, suddenly, in your children's faces.
Obviously, I've just got the one and there are no grandchildren (yet) (hopefully). But occasionally, I love looking at Boy's face and seeing the history there.
Children definitely are our immortality.
It'll be interesting to see if he looks like my father as a young man, as Al does, when he's lost his baby chubbiness.
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