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It took nine days to get the heating sorted out at Frances and Stewart's rental property. A new boiler was eventually fitted with all of the associated work. In the meantime, Frances and Phoebe stayed with us but Stewart went home each weekday night around nine thirty because the rental house is en route to his workplace and he drives away before seven each morning. It was lovely having our granddaughter here with her mother and I think it was good for Frances too - a kind of holiday with a grandparent or two always around to take the pressure off. How delightful it was to see Phoebe each morning - bright as a button, kicking her legs and chortling away. After more than thirty years, I had forgotten some of the fine details connected with looking after a little baby but Phoebe's presence has reminded me of how it was. Shirley went back to work when Ian was nine weeks old and I would rush home to look after him as Shirley departed for her evening shifts at the Royal Hallams...

I’m sat at my desk at work Cup of tea in hand ( no coffee...I treated myself to a large one from McDonalds ) I’m early ...I don’t start work for another half hour. But it’s Sunday and the roads were clear. The talk radio subject on the way to work today was What has lockdown taught you? I thought of when I met Chic Eleanor for a walk on Friday We each had a trendy sandwich wrapped in pristine green bread proof paper and a takeaway cup of tea and we sat on opposite ends of a wooden bench taking in the view and the smells and the feelings of where we were. Without talking She’s teaching me mindfulness . And it seems to be working  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3sb1bOU