In the time of the virus: day 91 (Monday)

Too tired to write much, after a completely wonderful day.  Drove up to visit youngest son, d-i-l and granddaughter on the farm where they live.  Perfect weather for staying outdoors all day.  Despite not seeing each other for 3 whole months, picked up where we left off.  Except now she talks all the time, even when it’s just her there, and is saying such complicated stuff for a just 2 year old.

My favourite moment was when I explained that I couldn’t come in the wendy house with her this time, because of the virus.  She thought for a moment or two, then said it would be ok when I’ve grown up a bit more.  I’m 64.  I think it’s too late to expect me to grow up any more.  I’m rather hoping to grow older disgracefully.

Lunch completely home grown apart from the chorizo (and that may come next year).  Including dessert made with their own eggs, cream and fruit.

A day we wouldn’t have had together if we’d been able to go to Germany as planned.  Silver linings people, silver linings.

See you tomorrow xx

About deborah @ the magic jug

Now I've passed 60 I'm still doing all sorts of things I haven't done before, as well as carrying on with the things I already love. I live a happy life with my long term love Malcolm. In my blog I explore local and low tech ideas, food, growing, making, reading, thinking, walking, and lots of other words ending in 'ing'.
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2 Responses to In the time of the virus: day 91 (Monday)

  1. PennyL says:

    That sounds like a perfect day! I loved the comment about the Wendy house. I’m definitely joining you with growing old disgracefully!Penny


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