Sweet Sunday

When the dreaded dizzy thing struck, we were supposed to be going to Youngest's for one of the children's birthday tea. (Not GB, one of her step siblings who are as delightful as she is). We missed it and so they all came to us for Sunday lunch today. (When it was explained that Grandma was ill so we couldn't come she said, couldn't Grandad come by himself? When it was explained that Grandad had to look after Grandma, she said well they could both come and Grandma could go to bed upstairs).
Lunch was brilliant in spite of a small misunderstanding about who was supposed to be cooking the potatoes.
And then we all went to the pub where there is a wonderful old tree in the garden which has been clambered over for many years by generations of very small children. "That tree" said Youngest "has been looking after small children for as long as I've been alive".
Then somebody landed a little yellow helicopter in the field at the back which caused a small crowd of people to gather with cameras and open mouths. (Also caused a number of young cattle to run backwards and forwards in a rather sheep-like manner).
And then Grandad juggled with fire (which was one reason why StepGB was prepared to abandon Grandma to the upstairs room on the occasion of the missed birthday tea). This also caused a gathering of open mouthed camera waving people and children.
At some point during the afternoon, several dogs had a barking match which was very exciting.
So the birthday got an extension and we all had a good time and the sun shone for enough of the afternoon that the old tree saw a great many small children.
Eventually it got cold and we all went our separate ways (I was very glad I'd had the forethought to change into a cashmere jumper, a thick fleece, woollie trousers and socks before coming out) and now we are preparing for an extraordinarily early bed time as we both seem to be really quite exhausted :)