nature in the form of little boys round here anyway. I tidied up the table, cleaned the floor under it, hoovered the rug (with Big’s help) and hoovered the ceiling (can you tell my tax return is due?). Then I went upstairs to empty bins and things, and came back to find that the nice clear table is now full of little orange balls of luminous floam stuff.
Managed a couple of rows of knitting to reward myself for all that tidying activity, and then Big started with the questions “why did Grandfather die?”. We discussed that, and then funerals some more (both children have decided to attend, which I think I’m pleased about) and then she started worrying about what will happen to his things. So that leads on to tax, wills, inheritance and all sorts of other things, via a few tissues to clear up the sniffles.
Tim has just rung, he will be back around tea time, assuming that the roads are kinder than they were last time. Still time to do lots more tidying and sorting, if I can keep myself motivated then.
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