![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Aug. 22nd, 2018 10:04 pmSo, we have baptised our table. My niece arrived by plane last Thursday. We spent quite a bit of time on Friday mooching around the shops together, and went out for lunch at Wagamama's. I have very fond memories of her first visit to a Wagamama's when she was a tiny thing—she ate, noodle by mighty noodle, most of her mother's dinner, leaving my poor sister to eat the very bland and boring meal that Wagamama's for some reason deem suitable for small children. Back then, of course, Adorable Niece would eat anything.
Anyway, my sister and Adorable Nephew arrived by car on Friday afternoon, having emptied his first year student digs into his second year student digs (in Brighton) on the way. On Sunday my own Brats arrived for lunch—so seven of us sat at the mighty oval table. Grandpa had a medical procedure due on Monday morning and was on a very restricted diet (mostly white food) so he decided not to join the merry throng eating roast pork.
My cats are ice cream fiends. Sis and Nephew got themselves ice cream cones one afternoon and were astonished to find themselves being trampled by eager cats the second they got the wrappings off. Actually, I was quite astonished myself—the cats had never seen a cone before, only little ice-cream-onna-stick things, but they quite correctly deduced what it was and demanded their share.
The family set back out for Devon at 4am today—meep! No, I did not get up to see them off.
*
My Beast has just come back from a rehearsal with the men's barbershop chorus, and announced with pride that he has passed his audition. \o/ So his Wednesday evenings will be occupied with singing from now on. This is excellent—not least because it is high time he did some in-person socialising that isn't dependent on me. I know the men's chorus are a nice bunch of chaps and that they have quite a strong social agenda.
Meanwhile, I knitted another six rows of peacock. Here's what it looked like before this evening.
It'll look a lot better when it is blocked, but I have another hundred+ rows before I can get to that stage!
Anyway, my sister and Adorable Nephew arrived by car on Friday afternoon, having emptied his first year student digs into his second year student digs (in Brighton) on the way. On Sunday my own Brats arrived for lunch—so seven of us sat at the mighty oval table. Grandpa had a medical procedure due on Monday morning and was on a very restricted diet (mostly white food) so he decided not to join the merry throng eating roast pork.
My cats are ice cream fiends. Sis and Nephew got themselves ice cream cones one afternoon and were astonished to find themselves being trampled by eager cats the second they got the wrappings off. Actually, I was quite astonished myself—the cats had never seen a cone before, only little ice-cream-onna-stick things, but they quite correctly deduced what it was and demanded their share.
The family set back out for Devon at 4am today—meep! No, I did not get up to see them off.
*
My Beast has just come back from a rehearsal with the men's barbershop chorus, and announced with pride that he has passed his audition. \o/ So his Wednesday evenings will be occupied with singing from now on. This is excellent—not least because it is high time he did some in-person socialising that isn't dependent on me. I know the men's chorus are a nice bunch of chaps and that they have quite a strong social agenda.
Meanwhile, I knitted another six rows of peacock. Here's what it looked like before this evening.
It'll look a lot better when it is blocked, but I have another hundred+ rows before I can get to that stage!