Sophie and Tom made the trip up from the Isle of Wight to see us today. Actually the date has kept slipping because of ill health but, finally, and despite Mirinda’s tracheitis, they came today.
And what a glorious day to visit! I was standing at the kitchen window (in the midst of cooking) and thought the garden looked fantastic. The photo doesn’t really do it justice but it’s close.
Sophie was very impressed with my office, particularly the view of the garden from my desk. Tom wasn’t that bothered, preferring to get the little wheelbarrow, proclaiming that the leaf collector had arrived to do his job.
It didn’t take long for him to realise that he’d much prefer the full sized barrow. He had a few problems guiding it but the path helped a great deal. He is an enthusiastic, rather than productive, gardener.
For lunch I made a Middle Eastern dish of chicken legs with a crust of almond, rose water and honey and some delicious saffron rice pudding for…well, pudding. Mirinda and Sophie proclaimed it as divine and one of the best meals I’ve ever cooked. Tom is never vocal about food, preferring to eat it slowly while engrossed in other things. I’m fairly certain his taste buds have yet to develop.
After lunch, Tom decided we needed to have a light sabre fight in the back garden while Mirinda and Sophie were ordered to watch. Tom won, although he did say I was very, very good and clearly a Jedi master…like him.
Mirinda and Sophie (and the poodles) then went for a walk up to the castle, leaving us men to watch How to Train Your Dragon, a thoroughly enjoyable film about Vikings and the misconceptions they had about dragons.
Tom was a bit worried about watching the film. He’d already seen it at the cinema in 3D and he said parts of it were very scary. Things like great waves of flames and the giant dragon flying from the screen, had concerned him.
While the animation was excellent, these sort of flourishes were fairly safe in the 2D comfort of the lounge room. There was no, real, scary moments.
Before they left, Tom wanted another light sabre fight. We had five minutes, at the end of which, Tom wanted to keep playing until Sophie reminded him that the reason they had to leave is because he wanted to visit Harrod’s to buy something. He was out of the house faster than a cat after a fish.
As usual, we had a lovely day. And I collapsed onto the lounge afterwards.
I can’t get over how Tom has grown he is getting very tall.
with all your fights you must be getting into good shape.
love mum