10:00 Lois and I are staying with our daughter Alison and her family - husband Ed, and their children Josie (14), Rosalind (13) and Isaac (11).
This morning we go for a walk on Arford Common with Sika, the family's Danish dog.
Ali's house is surrounded by vans belonging to the building
firm Red Rock, and their partners
back home at last - we enter the house's 6-acre grounds
through the shiny new "private property"-signed gate
Ali's birthday present from us - a self-assembly welly-boot stand
international tennis on the lawn: England vs. Luxembourg
15:00 I sneak upstairs for a crafty nap. Meanwhile Alison drives off to Guildford to pick Ed up from the hospital after his "procedure". And Lois teaches Rosalind how to crochet. I decide I'm not expert enough to help on this one - oh dear, another black mark for me !!!!
I sneak upstairs for a crafty nap,
while Lois teaches Rosalind how to crochet
There is one downside to me going upstairs for a nap. I am now on the upper storey of the part of the house where the builders are working, so I am disturbed by a lot of builder hammering, builder chit-chat and mutual joshing. Damn!
I look on my smartphone. Sarah, our daughter in Australia, has emailed us. If the family decide to move back to the UK next year, they want first to buy our house and rent it out to tenants for a while before moving in themselves, when they're ready.
Lois and I are old codgers, so we don't care about the bits of our house that don't look nice or features that don't work as intended. But potential tenants won't be thrilled by these aspects, to put it mildly. Sarah says that her husband Francis knows someone who can fix houses up so they look smart enough for tenants. Sounds good to us at first glance. But we'll have to see.
Isn't life complicated!
15:30 I look at the Danish news media (ekstrabladet.com), and I thank my lucky stars that Lois and I never got our bodies tattooed all over when we were young and carefree. Tattoos are for life, not just for Christmas, as these Danish "crumblies" graphically illustrate.
What a crazy world we live in !!!!!!
17:00 Ed is home again now and allowed to eat, bless him! He has an important business phone call to make at 5pm but he's a real trooper, and he goes to it with his usual enthusiasm and drive.
Josie, Rosalind and Isaac go next door with William, the young Luxembourger, to play "dog bingo" whatever that is. What madness!!!
The builders are just about to pack up and go for the day. Lois and I go for another walk with Alison around the 6-acre garden.
As we leave through the front-door, I showcase Ali's shiny-new "welly rack" (designed to hold typica Wellington boots), now already pressed into service, which is nice.
into immediate service, which is nice!
Lois spots a handsome young builder as she crosses the "tennis court"
we check out the ruined "ice house" from the house's Victorian era
another Victorian relic - the so-called "hovel",
suspected to be a children's play-house from the old days
there's no shortage of timber on the property -
that's for sure!
What a performer!
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