We decided we'd change our box room (Elder Son's former bedroom) into a nursery/grandchild room. Daughter suggested that a nursery needed a chair for nursing mothers so when I came across this granny-rocker in a second-hand shop I had to buy it.
The only problem now is going to be getting Husband out of it.
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Driving to work the other day I was overtaken by a lorry and on the side was written 'White Glove Home Delivery Service'. White glove deliveries? Who needs that many white gloves? I couldn't think of any reason why someone would need white gloves but then I worked it out.
Anyone meeting the Queen must have to be wearing white gloves so there is a special lorry that goes around delivering said gloves to anyone about to be knighted or ladied. My uncle has a medal; I'll have to ask him if he had to wear white gloves.
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By 28th October GrandDaughter will be 11 months old. Is that old enough, do you think, to be taken to the theatre to see the musical adaptation of The Mole who knew it was none of his business?
When we were walking through Crawley Woods last week George and I were galloping (okay, George was running and I was galloping) through the trees and the sand dunes. Husband pretended he wasn't with us but he did say that GrandDaughter was going to love coming out with us.
And now it's 10:15 pm and I've just realised I haven't washed today ...