All Over For Another Year
I got a good, unbroken, 6 hours sleep on Friday night. All was quiet, not a peep. Unfortunately Laura has an internal alarm clock that goes off at about 6.15 every morning. She'll pop into the bathroom, go to the loo, and slip back into bed for another hour. Saturday morning was no exception and Laura woke and crept out of the room, where her 4 friends were sound asleep. Sadly, they were not all quite as sound asleep as they might have been. The sound of the door softly opening and the duvet being pulled back was enough and within 5 minutes the air was filled with the chatter of young female voices.
Being deaf in one ear can have its advantages. If I lie with my good ear on the pillow I can hardly hear a thing so I was able to blot out most of the gossiping and giggling and sleep on, if a little fitfully, for another hour or so.
I went downstairs at 8.30 to find that the girls had just finished their cereals and crumpets. I was just in time as they headed back upstairs to brush teeth and hair and fine-tune clothing ready for the day. Savannah was a little distressed as she hadn't brought any different clothes and her top was a bit grubby. Nik offered her a top of Laura's but she declined and carefully fastened her shrug to cover the mucky bit.
Molly was duly picked up, by her dad, to go to her drama class and the others went into the garden to work off some energy on the new trampoline. It was a very overcast day but, fortunately, not raining. After a while, during which Nik and I tidied round and put the dishwasher on, they came in and had a game of "Britain's Got Talent", which Laura got for her birthday.
At 10 Nik announced she would take the 4 of them to the little local park. It's not a park with wide-open spaces, like the one near the village centre, and it doesn't have flower beds and green lawns and a croquet pitch like Victoria Park on the way to Warrington. This is what we used to call a "rec", when I was a child. It's a small green space by the side of the road, bordered by fields and a little wood, and it contains a small slide, 4 swings, a seesaw, a climbing frame and a roundabout. They set off to walk the half mile, under a threatening but dry sky.
They were back just after 11, still thankfully dry, and all 4 flopped onto the sofas in the sitting room. Suddenly lack of sleep and used up energy caught up with them. They each sat quietly, cradling a drink and a biscuit, and watched a bit of TV. You could actually hear the TV without the sound up high.
Last to go home was Savannah. She was collected at 12.15 by her mum, her tiny Jack Russell dog and her baby cousin who all burst into our house like a whirlwind. Our cat shot out of the French window, on seeing the dog, which was rather silly as the dog is smaller than her and extremely timid. The baby made a beeline for a couple of balloons that were on the floor and grinned, happily, while he rubbed his fingers over them to make that horrible "nails-on-a-blackboard" sound.
When, finally, everyone had gone Laura sat back with a contented look on her face and I sat beside her with a cappuccino in my hand.
"Did you enjoy that, then?", I asked her.
"Ooh yes, thank you," she said. "Can we do it again next year?"
Being deaf in one ear can have its advantages. If I lie with my good ear on the pillow I can hardly hear a thing so I was able to blot out most of the gossiping and giggling and sleep on, if a little fitfully, for another hour or so.
I went downstairs at 8.30 to find that the girls had just finished their cereals and crumpets. I was just in time as they headed back upstairs to brush teeth and hair and fine-tune clothing ready for the day. Savannah was a little distressed as she hadn't brought any different clothes and her top was a bit grubby. Nik offered her a top of Laura's but she declined and carefully fastened her shrug to cover the mucky bit.
Molly was duly picked up, by her dad, to go to her drama class and the others went into the garden to work off some energy on the new trampoline. It was a very overcast day but, fortunately, not raining. After a while, during which Nik and I tidied round and put the dishwasher on, they came in and had a game of "Britain's Got Talent", which Laura got for her birthday.
At 10 Nik announced she would take the 4 of them to the little local park. It's not a park with wide-open spaces, like the one near the village centre, and it doesn't have flower beds and green lawns and a croquet pitch like Victoria Park on the way to Warrington. This is what we used to call a "rec", when I was a child. It's a small green space by the side of the road, bordered by fields and a little wood, and it contains a small slide, 4 swings, a seesaw, a climbing frame and a roundabout. They set off to walk the half mile, under a threatening but dry sky.
They were back just after 11, still thankfully dry, and all 4 flopped onto the sofas in the sitting room. Suddenly lack of sleep and used up energy caught up with them. They each sat quietly, cradling a drink and a biscuit, and watched a bit of TV. You could actually hear the TV without the sound up high.
Last to go home was Savannah. She was collected at 12.15 by her mum, her tiny Jack Russell dog and her baby cousin who all burst into our house like a whirlwind. Our cat shot out of the French window, on seeing the dog, which was rather silly as the dog is smaller than her and extremely timid. The baby made a beeline for a couple of balloons that were on the floor and grinned, happily, while he rubbed his fingers over them to make that horrible "nails-on-a-blackboard" sound.
When, finally, everyone had gone Laura sat back with a contented look on her face and I sat beside her with a cappuccino in my hand.
"Did you enjoy that, then?", I asked her.
"Ooh yes, thank you," she said. "Can we do it again next year?"
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