All of our visitors, young and old, have gone; lunch was successfully provided; the house is ours once more.
Thanks for the great food advice, everyone.
Now, what shall I serve the two fellas coming to watch the match tomorrow afternoon?
The niece and nephew are being collected today. They are lovely children and we love having them, but it will be nice not to have to make lunch.
Lunch is the worst meal of the day; I never know what to make. I’ve already had cereal; I hate sandwiches; toast makes me queasy. What else is there?
In winter, the Hub and I often have porridge or soup, but it’s too warm for that right now, even with the rain. Yes, it’s worth offloading two delightful children just so I don’t have to worry about making lunch.
Around the time my young guests leave, two old ones will arrive. The Hub’s sister and her husband visit us a couple of times a year. They live on the Isle of Wight.
I guess they’ll be needing some lunch.
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Another joke from Cliff.
Out bicycling one day with her eight-year-old granddaughter, Carolyn, Grandma got a little wistful. “In ten years,” she said, “you’ll want to be with your friends and you won’t go walking, biking, and swimming with me like you do now.”
Carolyn shrugged. “In ten years you’ll be too old to do all those things anyway.”
I am a little fat. I like food; what can I say? I have dull hair: mousey. I don’t wear much make-up and have no need of a dressing table. If I look like a bag lady, I chose my own clothes. If I look nice, the Hub picked them for me. Despite all this, I am a little vain. This photograph is from 2003. I had to go back that far to find one of me that I liked. But I don’t really care: my husband still thinks I’m beautiful and if he doesn’t, he loves me enough to lie about it. I’m lucky. I have two boys. They never lie to me. Still, you can't have everything.
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