Monday, 24 November 2014

Monday.


One last shot of Great Granddaughter Elsa for the time being (I promise). She will lie quietly kicking her legs in the air, then suddenly appears to realise that a foot is threatening to kick her in the teeth. She will then examine it carefully, giving it every possible test, the final one being the taste test. She then appears to accept that all is well, and that she is not being threatened by some foreign foot, and settles down to sucking her socks/ toes in a thoroughly contented fashion.

          The rest of this week looks like being thoroughly busy, so it may be a day or two before my next blog entry. We'll see.

 In the meantime, Good Bless you All.

P.s. Having closed this blog entry, I remembered that I really started this entry to record that we had our first frost last night. Then I'm afraid I started waffling on about other things and forgot the whole object of the exercise.  You will tell me if you ever notice that I'm getting a little vague and forgetful, won't you?  I quote P.G.Wodehouse's character, Lord Emsworth.  
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3 comments:

Crowbard said...

I think you got away with that one Mike. Since you omitted to state the purpose of the blog before you forgot about it we all thought you meant to charm us with you delightfully extended family, which you spectacularly achieved.
Do give my kind regards to the Empress of Blandings if you should happen to remember when next you visit Lord Emsworth....
Oh, and do remember to wrap up warm should you venture forth on these frosty nights.

Sir Bruin said...

I was going to tell you that I had noticed something, can't remember what it was though.

Mike and Ann said...

Thank you Crowbard.
Sir Bruin - Should you happen to remember what you'd noticed, there is really no need to specify, thank you. I will take the will for the deed.