08:00 Lois and I are feeling more even more snug than usual in bed this morning, knowing that we've done all the hard work already, when it comes to getting ready for our daughter Sarah's weekend visit with the twins.
Nevertheless, although our visitors probably won't be arriving yet for another hour and three quarters, I can't resist just popping downstairs in my Santa Hat and my new velour-style "Snuggaroo" winter pyjamas to check everything over.
To apply the finishing touches, I get the 2 shiny-new, unopened boxes of Cheerios out of the larder - the boxes representing our untouched 1.5 lb Cheerios "mountain" - and I estimate our milk supplies at (currently) 6 imperial pints. Six pints aren't really going to be enough, though, unless Lois and I confine ourselves to drinking long-life UHT milk ourselves, for the duration of the (approx) 24 hour visit.
Cheerios - check!
six imperial pints of milk - check!
Sarah and the twins always arrive around 10am, not having had any breakfast.
What's all that about, eh?
When Lois and I were small, back in the 1950's, we were told that we would probably faint dead away, if we dared to go out of the house without having had any breakfast, and we've carried that belief with us for over 70 years now. It's not too much of an exaggeration to say that "it's made us what we are today".
[I wouldn't choose to boast too much about that, if I were you! - Ed]
Can people go out without having had any breakfast? Was the story we were told back in the 1950's true, or was it a myth? I think we should finally be told, don't you!
flashback to the early1950's: picture 1 - Lois (rightmost) on the beach at Bournemouth,
and picture 2 - me (leftmost) in Dover, with my sister Kathy and our mother
09:45 And so it starts, another gorgeously delightful day with Sarah and the twins, letting off a bit of steam at the adventure playground in the town centre...
... and then doing some more of their talented arts and crafts work in the afternoon, colour dyeing or that sort of malarkey anyway.
Meanwhile Lois and I take a well-earned rest in bed.
Well, wouldn't you, if you had the chance haha!
yes, it's strictly "aprons on" for this afternoon's
colour-dyeing malarkey, no question about that!
20:30 Sarah and the twins go off to bed early - they're exhausted too, and Lois and I can relax on the couch with the puzzles from the coming week's Radio Times.
I think the young company that we two old codgers has had today must have stimulated our brains, because we get an unprecedented 8 out of 10 on the Popmaster quiz, even answering some of the post-1990 questions - followed by 8 out of 10 on the intellectually more prestigious "Eggheads" questions.
See how many of these "doozies" you can answer....
a record 8/10 on Popmaster: we only struck out on questions 7 and 9.
Answer to question 8 is Aretha Franklin by the way [not shown].
Talking of "doozies", hasn't Susie Dent come up with some great forgotten "doozies" in Dictionary Corner this week - my goodness! Who's ever heard of "quafftide" (the drinking season), or old words for a pub like "snifting shop" and "boozarium" (1900's) or "fuddle-caps hall" (1600's).
And I think we all know at least one "lick-spigot", the person who always turns up as you're opening the wine, or a "shotclog", the unwelcome companion tolerated only because they're buying the next round.
"
Gone to see a man about a dog" - that's another old phrase, isn't it, usually meaning that somebody's in the loo. Where does that come from? Well, it turns out, Susie Dent's not answering her phone for some reason, so I google it to find out.
[That's enough old phrases! - Ed]
21:00 Lois and I wind down with a rerun from 1986 of the first ever episode of the amusing political sitcom, "Yes, Prime Minister".
As the series began in late 1985/early 1986, Jim Hacker has just been made the new Prime Minister by his party, not because of his merits but because he's the man who's so useless that nobody is going to object to him, and above all, the man whom the Civil Service likes, because they can manipulate him to carry out the measures
they want - not an auspicious beginning to his premiership, to put it mildly!
In this scene, Hacker asks the head of the British Army about how, at times of tension, he could speak to the Russian President to diffuse the tension and resolve any crisis that threatened to escalate into a nuclear war.
22:00 We go to bed - zzzzzzzzzzzz!!!!!
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