Last Sunday morning I got the call all Granny's love - please, please will you come and look after the children, sick with conjunctivitis?
And of course, one is mentally packing even before the 'phone goes down on its cradle. Ah ha, the cradle, and the hand that rocks it, and the pleasure and the joy which comes from being the hand chosen to help in a time of family emergency.
Apart from coping with a sick and much loved grandchild and supporting your grown-up children, you are given the chance of cuddling the youngest members of your family and isn't that wonderful?
Our children grow up so quickly, it's shame not to hug them as much as possible, and little boys in particular, seem to get to that stage fairly quickly, and then you have no chance of hugging your little darlings. And grandparents and grandchildren can bond so well and have so many glorious times together.
Getting up to London was a sore trial, for there was a motorway accident to cope with which kept us drivers waiting for an hour to actually get on to the road; and then the delay of getting past the scene of the accident, where we were waved quickly forward. Then lashings of rain all the way up to London's boundaries, when it suddenly ceased to be a problem. Driving through the crowded streets was interesting and challenging and, ultimately, rewarding
And here I am again, at home, drawing breathe after playing with track and trains, watching favourite DVDs, reading Thomas The Tank books, and taking trips to the swings and climbing frames in the park. Phew - but what fun!
Byeeee,
Daisy
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