A Bobble Hat As Tall As A Bishop’s Mitre

 

It was just after four I think when the tolling Church bell woke me up

I felt disorientated for a while and lay there thinking of why it was doing so.

It took me a while to remember it was the Church’s last day as a functioning Church and that the last service was perhaps coinciding with the bell ringing of St Paul’s and other Churches across the country in support of Ukraine.

The congregation was small given that  the Bishop was officiating , but I wasn’t surprised given the fact that he had not supported that the Church be given Pilgrim Status as we had requested.

A lot of the those supporters had kept away.

I only know this because I checked St Michael’s page of Facebook

Mrs Trellis was there though , her bobble hat erect as always.

It was almost as tall as the Bishop’s Mitre

from Going Gently https://ift.tt/HgES1RB

Grandparenting

Phoebe at Lodge Moor children's play area this afternoon

We looked after Little Phoebe for the last three days. Her mama and papa were down  in Devon in the south west of England to attend an old school friend's wedding.

Caring for our little granddaughter was not an onerous task. In fact, it was quite delightful - she is such a sweet child and she brings us much joy. I put her to bed both nights and she soon settled. After all, she was tired. I read her a book called  "The Green Sheep" and helped her to imbibe a beaker full of cow's milk. After a little restlessness, she was soon settled and went off to slumberland like a yachtswoman sailing out of a sunlit harbour.

This weekend she laughed and clapped when she managed to walk without assistance between the two of us. Just three or four steps at a time. You see Phoebe - there's no need to hang on to us like a limpet - you can do it yourself girl!

And we read her books, bathed her, fed her, changed her nappy and wiped her mouth. That's something she hates with a vengeance, protesting madly whenever Shirley brings the warm flannel to bear upon her mucky chops. It's really quite funny.

When her mother and father returned at about 5pm on Sunday, the reunion was not as happy as we had expected. She had just woken up from a nap and was a little confused. "Who are these people Grandpa?" It took a little while to touch base once more and there were untypical tears but soon she was as right as rain and after Sunday dinner went home very happily.

"Hello, hello. What's your name?

My name is Phoebe.

My name is Grandpa.

Nice to meet you!"

from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/tp8IW7F

Bathroom

I am clear in my mind what I want out of my new bathroom

Plain, clean and white

White with subway tiles and a single black border.

My “ Little man” promised me that he’s popping over next week with some glossy brochures for me to peruse but I have what I want very much in mind 

My bathroom is tiny ( 6x5 ), so it’s Art Deco tiles , all in white with a single black line in trim

Not sure yet about the floor, so any ideas would be gratefully received 

On nights again, but just two this week.

from Going Gently https://ift.tt/VnB4Fit