No visit to Granny's is complete without a trip to Verdi's. Granny says so.
Just before they were going out for the day GrandDaughter - in her best frock so very carefully - helped me make the cake for Zac's.
Once they'd left life returned to more or less normal and George and I had some lovely dog walks although George did miss Holly.
Today, Easter Sunday, I was up at 5.45 am and it wasn't even George's fault. Christians from different churches across the city gather on the beach for a sunrise celebration and afterwards they're invited them back to Zac's for bacon butties and croissants.
I set the alarm thinking it would give me time for breakfast and a shower. It wasn't until I had my dressing gown on and was about to go downstairs that I realised I'd be cooking - and having - breakfast in Zac's. So I could have stayed in bed for an extra ... ooh, 15 minutes. Not that it would have helped much: I woke at regular intervals in the night thinking, ' I have to get up soon; is it time yet?'
About 70 people came back for breakfast so we were very grateful for the donation of warm freshly-baked croissants from our local Tesco.
And this morning we saw both a heron
and the Easter bunny. Or possibly the Easter squirrel.