Very warm June so far, coinciding happily with visit of grandchildren: first time we’ve had them both together without one of their parents. We picked them up late on Wednesday. Dot had been to a meeting at Diocesan House, where she had a speaking role, and I waited outside and we continued south-west from there. The Watton road was quite pleasant until we reached Watton itself, which was totally jammed and took ages to free itself. The culprit: a combination of market day lorries and a complete absence of police to ensure vehicles could get through. When we eventually freed ourselves we had another pleasant stretch until the Brandon-Mildenhall road, which has a lunatic speed limit of 40 all the way past RAF Lakenheath. Almost dozed off. Rest of the journey was good. We had tea cooked by David, and then brought the children back to Norwich: a smooth journey featuring much I-Spying.
On Thursday we all visited Rosie and her nine dogs. Some trepidation on the part of the children, but they eventually got used to them, and Amy ended up with several of them in her arms. Cup of tea, cake and a tour of the gardens also featured. On to North Walsham, where we called in on Jessie briefly before heading back to Norwich. Dot’s MX5 had been in the garage overnight with a mysterious water leak, which turned out to be rain collecting where it should have drained out: in other words, blocked drainage holes. I picked it up en passant, dry and, in my case, £45 lighter. This was followed by the excitement of our having our hair cut by Linda, with Oliver surprisingly being more interested than Amy at first. Then went to Morrisons for some food, and I managed to drop a bag and fracture two bottles. How exciting is that? Fortunately no other harm done, and we ended up having fish fingers and chips (Oliver and me) and pasta, cheese and beans (Dot and Amy).
Yesterday was Dinosaur Park day, and we had a great time. Oliver was delighted to find all the stamps so that he could get a medal, and Dot had packed a picnic for us. Although there were a lot of people there, the place was easily big enough to accommodate us, and there were no long queues, even for ice creams. We arrived home in time for Oliver and I to present our highly rehearsed show on guitars and vocals, consisting of Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star (Oliver solo guitar), A Little Help from my Friends (Oliver lead guitar, Grandad rhythm) and Let it be (Grandad vocals and guitar). Huge audience response. Amy also had a show featuring various circus acts involving hula hoops and other items. Evening meal was at Prezzos, Daddy arriving from Caddington just in time.
Up pretty early this morning for excitement of various kinds. Went to shop to buy some additional food for lunch in the garden, and Daddy and children left shortly afterwards. (After the lunch, that is – not after seeing what I’d bought.) Rest of the day clearing up and watching TV. Dot had long-distance call from Canada about her healing and angel experiences. It was Roger’s brother John, who has written a book on similar experiences and wanted to use Dot’s stories when doing some talks on related topics.