Remembrance Sunday

Did I forget to mention yesterday Granny Mumma has invited us for Christmas Dinner yaaaaaaaaaah, told my beloved this morning and he is equally as delighted, our last Christmas Dinner in the UK spent with some of our very favourite people. The little Prince's, I have decided to call them that as Princesses is awfully difficult to get your tongue around, just try it and see, anyway the little Prince's have decided they will have Christmas Eve with us and back to Mums for Christmas lunch, then back to us for Boxing day, I think I will just tie elastic to their ankles this year and use one of my golf clubs to deliver them to Mummy Mac, she can then pin them to a stable piece of furniture and release them when she is fed up, thus saving on fuel...Simples!!!

So this morning I woke around 7.30 having slept right through, and not one glimpse of Perry Mason, I was delighted, but found it difficult to get my head around the fact that I was in fact still sleepy!!!

For some reason I found the 2 minutes silence more emotional today, I had a Grandfather who was rather posh in the RAF, Wing Commander I believe but don't quote me, and a Grandfather who having suffered Polio as a child was unable to enlist. Neither of these things should cause me to be emotional, but I found myself thinking of them both today.  We live in a crazy world, but we should never forget our war veterans, without whom we wouldn't have our crazy old world.

A very hungover New table owner arrived with obligatory Ginger friend in tow, everyone needs one, and nobody wants one, but we love them all the same.  It was amusing watching a Mackum and his ginger chum trying to maneouver a rather large table through two doors, first one clear, second one NOT, back it up boys, and out the conservatory, the poor neighbours, some who don't know we are moving will be wondering 'what the hell is going on', things keep leaving nothing is being delivered.......We had a chuckle and said our goodbyes on a promise to meet up in the Crown over the festive period, I don't think our livers are gonna last till Israel, we have so many people to catch up with and even though the liver can be self repairing there is only so much repairs you can do before you are served with a demolition order...ask Gaza!!

Lunch was taken in the company of Jumping Jack, a lovely teenager, who's Mother had left him to finish his lunch whilst she shopped, enter Moi.... We chatted about his poor football knees, his football team, and his friends, what a lovely chat we had, who said all teenagers are akin to Kevin and Perry, this young man was a million miles away from those rat bags.

The house is becoming more and more like a box, it doesn't matter how much I adjust my conservatory furniture, the sitting room is still empty, noisy and far bigger than I remember. I can see a fight brewing when the little Prince's arrive and they realise they either sit next to each other, sit on the floor, OR sit on my knee....................................