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August 29, 2013
Lovely day out with the dogs and the guns! The Mother-in-law in great form and Pip back on his game. That left only Dear One and Edith to ruin the day. And aren't they good at it! Dear One, still snuffling, Edith seems to be developing piles from his expression. I didn't ask. One doesn't, of course. He even managed to irritate Pip. Usually anything Edith does is fine with Pip, but I suppose pointing a shotgun in the general direction of the Nearest-to-the-Crown-Jewels (even if past their "sell by" date) was a bit silly. Mrs. Edith stepped in an tried to mediate, but one of the
Divine tea of soggy prawn sandwiches, cold mutton stew and some real biscuits with flavor for a change. Didn't get a look at the packet, but they scream LARD and SUGAR so they must sell well. Hopefully when I get home I can describe them to the Filipino kitchen made and she can snag some at Sainsbury's. The Mother-in-law brought some posh bakery biscuits for the
August 30, 2013
Yummy rang. Seems her Mum is on her last, the VERY last, nerve. Baby is a darling--no problems there, but Mum keeps insisting that Yummy do things from the LAST. CENTURY. Now, let me be frank. Yummy's Mum is not high on one's list of acquaintances. One of those Mummys who always trys to brag about how hectic it all is as she tries to jump the queue at Harrod's for final prep school uniform fitting day. Not to be tolerated. I imagine if Yummy did Pony Club then all of her tack was NEW, and ditto the riding clothes. Anyway, Yummy herself is a lamb. So like another daughter--no holding of grudges or backstabbing. Lovely fun at big boring do's. Right sort. Mum insists Baby sleep.....on his own. Yes, you read that right! Tantamount to child abuse these days. Yummy, of course, has read all sorts of nonsense in modern Mummy-to-be books about co-sleeping and primitive baby wearing. Lovely ideas! So....well... tiresome would be too harsh, wouldn't it?
Tried to explain that Baby should be in his own cot away from Mummy and Daddy, but in the same room for now. Those magic six weeks go by in a flash and then Daddy will be needing .... access.....not easy with a tiny baby in the mix. Not conducive somehow. After all, don't want Daddy straying...... That got her attention. I skipped Dear One and went for the jugular with the Ex and his little jollies as I was recovering years ago. Oh just slap and tickle, of course, at that point, but I made into a storyline worthy of the Street Christmas Special! She stopped to take notes. I kid you not. Take that Miss "Doors to manual." While I had her on the line we also went over the Tatler's School Guide--must make sure Baby is down for all the right places. All those wealthy Asians might even outbid a future king. Can't be too careful. She was so grateful! But, how long till Baby can do bottle feeds? I assured here it was never too early. Husbands tend to like....well.....access again, isn't it.
August 31, 2013
Dear One still snuffling so got the Witch Doctor around. Herbal this and natural that. Give me a shot of codeine any day, I always say! Nanny is still staying with us, though she moves on to stay with Edith and the Mother-in-law tomorrow, so she did her best for Dear One. A little salve on his chest, she thought. Dear one distraught at using chemical remedies, so she mixed up and old fashioned mustard plaster. I was a bit twitchy watching her administer it. Nearly dropped the steaming mess on something rather precious to Dear One. Those thin cotton pants wouldn't have been much protection. He sizzled away as she read him some of Lang's Fairy Tales--proper fairy tales, not those politically correct one where they all live happily ever after, either! Did him a world of good. And, best of all, I got a lovely long walk with the dogs and then caught up on the Street.
September 1, 2013
Always the worst day of the year. We pull down the blinds and stay in gloom. Of course Dear One did the Right Thing and called the boys. So difficult for them. Haza in deep gloom--so little when it happened poor chap. One does so want to mother him! Of course the Boy was off connecting wtih HER family--right thing to do, of course, he's sensible about these matters. Dear One pouring over the photo albums. I left him to it and had a good read thru an almost decaying old Agatha Christie I found under a pre-war box of Sanitary Towels in the downstairs loo. Lovely Miss Marple saved the day, of course.
Had a quiet dinner with Dear One with full state honours. Silver gleaming, subdued black dress, and a lovely Opera on in the background. He does feel everything so deeply, poor lamb.
September 2, 2013
Command performance for dinner with Pip and the Mother-in-law. Formal highland dress, enough servants for a state dinner and all the rest. As the loo-lady handed me a hand towel it occurred to me where I knew her: she's half of the twin Polish nurses Pip wanted on the permanent staff! I made a beeline for Pip and under threat of no more care packages got him to spill it. Quite simple, he said. Ticked boxes on a form, had the detective Johnnies do fingerprints and they were in. Seems there's actually an embarrassing number of staff vacancies at the moment. One is the new maid looking after his rooms, the other is looking after Edith's room. Apparently the massage techniques they teach in Poland do wonders for circulation in the elderly. No comment on which area of the body benefited most! What a hoot! Hats off to the old dear!
September 3, 2013
Another glorious day outdoors. Dear One, Randy and Edith constantly battling each other for the parents' attention, Mrs. Edith wisely had the rounders set out to keep her children out of the way, the Mother-in-Law and Pip hand-in-hand, very Darby and Joan, so I was able to sneak a couple of
Nothing like a lovely family get-together, I always say!! At least the rain was marvelous--such fun for the dogs. All the way back down to home Dear One whinged about Edith and Randy. That night he and his sister pulled out the photo albums and, once sufficiently sloshed, trashed the little brothers as the Equerry and I played a raucus game of Go Fish. Cards must have belonged to Randy and Edith when they visited Granny. They were in the sideboard in the dining room. The Equerry is a bit stiff--no amount of Gin seems to get him to relax. OTH is a bit much if you're not a horsey sort, but still, he could give a giggle or two, I've always thought.