Dad had a fantastic trip to Southampton for radiotherapy, and a good week in the hospice.
He comes home today.
I’m so glad he’s so well…. but .. er… couldn’t he have been just a bit poolier while he was in the hospice?
This morning, Tiddles made it perfectly clear to Smudgelet that he was unimpressed with the latter’s inability to do as he was told by the former. It was not on that Smudgelet wandered off and left Tiddles to empty the dishwasher alone.
Five minutes later, Smudgelet goes to apologise and to offer to help Tiddles who was tidying his room ready for the arrival of the Central Heating man to steal all our radiators tomorrow. (Heaven help him, trying to get at the one behind Tiddles’ bed. We all know about the uncharted recesses of behind a boy’s bed!). He asked if he could help and was greeted with “GET OUT OF MY ROOM”!
In the car Tiddles then refused to speak to me or to listen to what I said. Strangely, when it came to stopping outside the school to drop him off, I had a similar bout of deafness……
It’s been a busy couple of weeks.
The weekend before last I had a visitor. A long distance visitor. Just for the weekend. Now while it is perfectly understandable that someone would come all the way from America just to spend the weekend with me and the Smudgelets, I have to admit that she was also visiting several other locations in the UK, not just the Isle of Wight. But a wonderful time was had.
It was a perfect excuse to leave my sister caring for Dad and go out and paint the Island pink. And to have LOTS of meals out.. including one rather scrumptious cream tea at Yarmouth (one of my favourite places… and one of my favourite pastimes!) We managed to visit many places in a short time and cram in an inordinate amount of chatting too. Bliss. The boys were delighted when she gave them a selection of American coins each. (As I pointed out, when anyone said to Smudgelet “Haven’t you any sense?”, he could now reply “Yes, 47!” )
The weekend before last I had a visitor. A long distance visitor. Just for the weekend. Now while it is perfectly understandable that someone would come all the way from Australia just to spend the weekend with me and the Smudgelets, I have to admit that he was also visiting several other locations in the UK, not just the Isle of Wight. But a wonderful time was had. Being a young man of studenty proportions, he was able to thoroughly enjoy being ten again as we took him to Blackgang Chine, the Needles, St Helens, and the family fun swim at the local pool. (I thought point out that “family fun swim” is a considerable oxymoron!) Tiddles was delighted to have the opportunity to teach him to play football – though it is a good job I was wearing coffee coloured trousers when the ball hit my cup and sent it flying in my direction. They were even more coffee coloured then!