Hahahahahaha @ MissRee! I tried getting my Mum on Gransnet too, and she's fed up of the jam receipes....
So glad we buried Ferdie on Saturday, we wouldn't have been able to if we'd waited because of all this rain. I mean, I know it's a Bank Hol in June, and therefore it's going to be grim, but 12 degrees and piddling in summer
?!
Trip to DP's sister's was grand, as his Dad was there too. It's so funny, as his Dad is a slightly gruff, ex GP (who's now sadly very ill, on dialysis) who doesn't 'do' babies...apart from DS
. You can't prise him off him, he coos over him something rotten, and he has baby-whispering skills- DS wouldn't sleep all day yesterday, probably too excited, but DP's Dad got him to crash out for half an hour on him, and it's not the first time.
Sadly, this was balanced out by DP's niece. There's no other way to put it, but she's horrid. We were treated to her usual threats of violence (in a kiddie way, iyswim, but telling anyone you'll break their spine...) and to DP's Dad telling him that he couldn't get her because he was old and his kidneys didn't work.
She followed it up with, after turning down the chance to go to a street party, going upstairs and fake crying until a parent went and got her, found it was because she now wanted to go to the party, and took her.
She's still primary age. Sadly her parents have never said no, or exerted any discipline whatsoever- and pardon the wild generalisations here, but it's that sort of middle class parenting that holds that if you ever say no to little Jocaster it'll damage their development. I won't go into what it's like sharing a dining table with them.
And breath.
I need to make up some minestrone, and some tomato sauce over the next few days, and we'll go out for a meal today. As my Mum won £1k on a local lottery, she's given me some money for DS's savings, and a bit for me, so I'll treat the family
!
Hope you've all got something good planned despite the Bob-awful weather!