Enfys, now 2, is attending a welsh speaking nursery for 3 days a week, and flits between welsh and english at a whim. It can get quite confusing at times!
She's a dear wee girl, very attached to her 'mumgu' (grandmother) - and accepting of her strangely accented modreb (aunt) from New Zealand. I hope her mum (Kate) isn't reading this, she'll be pulling her hair out. Kate was the bride at the wedding I attended in Port Meirion in July/August and is expecting a little brother for Enfys in the new(ish) year.
As ever I loved being with my Welsh cousins - we had lots of laughs, long walks (with the dogs) and ate too much food (of course)
The canal where Shirley takes her various "homestay" dogs for a 2 hour morning walk ... I went twice, over the four days that I was there. That bit's flat - but the fields are up quite a steep climb.
About to let Chico and Minnie off their leads for much enthusiastic chasing and rushing around (the dogs, not us!). The Great Dane had to have a rear leg removed (cancer) about a year ago but you'd never know it, the way he gallops around.
Kate's two dogs (Kilo and Trojan) in the kitchen with Minnie. Minnie and Kilo (tail end to the fore) are the same breed but Kilo is about 3 or 4 years older.
On the Friday night we went to an ABBA show with a group from Sweden performing all their hits. Of course it featured a lot of tunes from the "Mama Mia" show and two other granddaughters came with us (aged 5 and 7) and sang along, word perfect, all evening. It was a lovely night, from start to finish - the lights in Cardiff making a show all of their own.
On Monday - Shirley and I took Enfys and Evie to "Jump" - a children's indoor playground. Shirley did the climbing through a two storey block of slides and mazes etc and returned to tell me it was my turn!!
So trampoline it was ... having manoeuvred the minuscule entrance and fallen immediately, I was then left alone while the children decided to do something else. And then I was cast - with Shirley and me cackling like a couple of school children, while I struggled to reclaim my dignity.
I left on Tuesday morning - a beautiful sunny day again - and returned to Steph and Ray's in Reading. Steph's slightly less trussed up with her sling, but has another 5 weeks before it is finally removed. So last night I managed to do a bit of ironing for her and helped cook the dinner.
And now, Wednesday, I'm back with Hannah in London. Tomorrow we are going to brave the tubes to go to a Christmas show in Chelsea. We WERE supposed to be packing for her move early next month, but the way sales work over here are fraught with 'dangers' - not least of which, there is no certainty that a sale will even take place right up until the day of the move. So we're not going to tempt fate by even looking at a box, it seems.
Not a very scintillating blog today I'm afraid. I've had three comments about lack of communication over recent days so thought I'd better quickly write up the past week before receiving any more abuse!!!
I shall (as my school reports used to say) "try to do better".
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