A visit by Matthew

Sunday lunch with Matthew and children

With two loud dogs, we are reluctant to invite young children to stay overnight as, although showing no sign of aggression to children, a vet once warned us ntall,ever to trust any dog with a child. Byron even gets jealous if I cuddle Ann, barking and poking his nose between us to separate us. Bronte gets jealous of Byron, growling and nipping him if he lets Mary-Anne make a fuss of him. So when Mathew and Rosie visited with our new grandson, Nye, and their daughter Arwen, they stayed at a Premier Inn. 

Arwen is a little cherub, with flaming red hair and a beautiful character. From a shy crying baby she has suddenly emerged as an inquisitive toddler, into everything she can reach, and happy to come to her grandad. I am glad they made the effort to travel down, for I still get tired and would not look forward to a long journey north. My scan result came back this week, and shows some fluid on the lungs that the radiologist recommended for further follow up. That might explain my breathlessness, but at least there were no recurrent secondaries there, and my brain was reported as "normal for age". 

David dressed

Mary-Anne came round this afternoon with the two girls, both growing into very bright young ladies. They suddenly said to Ann, "Granny, you don't clean your fridge magnets very often, do you?" 

"What makes you say that?" said Granny.

"Because six months ago, we covered your model of David with a tissue over his middle to make him respectable, and it's still there!"