and still not sure where the red comes from.
A first for me: I watched The Voice but only because a friend of Elder Son's was appearing. Sadly no-one turned around for Otty, as we knew in advance, but exciting all the same. Otty sang at Elder Son and Daughter-in-law's wedding, during the register signing, and he is amazing. And very dedicated to his music. He wasn't given a choice about the song he sang and it didn't really work for him.
This is Otty (but not on The Voice).
It is very satisfying when your child overtakes you in ability. Not that I have much ability but I can cook so when Elder Son makes a rich satisfying casserole that's better than any of my efforts there is a certain pleasure to be found. And the cookies he and Grandson1 made on Sunday were to die for. Elder Son is a bit of a cookery nerd and has started his own cooking blog Where the elite meet to eat.
Sunday we went to Savill Garden, part of the Royal Estate. The area abounds in Royal parks and posh houses!
|We'll have to go back in the summer when the rose garden is in flower.|
|Not real snow but part of the display in the temperate house.|
But best part of the weekend, obviously, was playing with GrandSons especially as GrandSon3 didn't cry on sight of me once.
Worst part, apart from Otty's disappointment, was the water. We lived in Southampton for four years and had to put up with horrid hard water. We're spoiled in Wales. Best country in the world and best water too.