I find myself wondering just why I have been so long between posts. It's not that I haven't had the time, so it must be the inclination. I guess a major motivation used to be the Family in Exile in Texas, but I know that there are at least one or two other readers out there who might be interested in our doings.
And then there's the quest for the bloggable......
Well, we do have a view...
But all the leaves are gone now.
Life has largely rotated about Jo, Jac and Marty Roo since they returned in April. We were very glad to have them living downstairs while they got themselves organised, looked for somewhere to live, bought a car etc etc. It was great to have full time access to Marty, or at least "full time" in grandparent-speak, i.e. daylight hours. We found that the downstairs room is far enough from our bedroom to insulate us from any nocturnal activity apart from the bathroom fan. During the day he is a sort randomising influence, and we quickly found that we had forgotten the need to make the house crawler-proof. But Mr Bump didn't come to any serious harm, and neither did the house.
Oooh, Granma's pantry is such fun!
Papa's beer, bags of kiwi fruit......
He's convinced the Morso stove is some kind of robot.
And no, it didn't get lit while he was there.
Games on the floor.
Mind that brandy and dry.
This one may come back to haunt him.
By now, as Jac Wabbit readers will know, they have moved into a delightful little house which is just around the corner, really handy for shared meals, walks and taking Jac to work.
Otherwise, we have been enjoying seeing Hugh, Jess and the boys settle into their new home. The boys have lost of playing space, inside and outside. I'll try to post a bit about their place soon.
Here's Georgie Jacket, at our house.