Siblings On A Sunny Sunday

First thing, Steph and Gaz went off to the Starting point, and met up with their good friend Rob. They started off running together

Meanwhile, Liz and I took the boys to the park, then walked along the footpath back to the house. Why was one street sign in Welsh?

Things were going quite well, until Steph and Rob noticed their trio was now a duet. Actually, Gaz was behind them...
Steph was running faster than Rob, so he urged her to go on ahead, which she did...

By now, we were back home, Liz put together a picnic lunch and I encouraged the boys to use the loo. We walked a few yards round the corner and sat down on the pavement to eat our lunch and wait for our runners to come past

There was an online system for tracking, but neither Liz nor I could get it to work on our phones. But Christine [Rob's wife] who was near the finish line, and Bob [In Norfolk] kept us supplied with the necessary information. 

Eventually all three ran past - my first picture of Rob was spoiled by a very large man running in front - but here is the rear view of our friend going by.
Steph and Gaz both diverted and gave the boys quick hugs.

Once we had done waving., Liz and I took the boys home [Can I watch some TV now, please? asked George] 

Christine actually managed a video of Steph 200m from the finish line...

Steph's time was 4.09.11, knocking nearly 40 mins off her previous Personal Best. Liz went for her train, and I fed the boys, bathed them and got them in pjs. We watched more SpongeBobSquarePants. I do declare that programme is drawn by drug crazed insomniacs. I cannot make head nor tail of it! [my family will insist on calling it AngBobSquarePants] 

Christine met the three at the finish line, with fresh clothing, and they all had a brief celebration. [How does Steph look so bright, and nothing like someone who has spent 4 hours running?]

Mum and Dad finally got home around 6.30. The boys were overjoyed and larked around wearing the medals...

2015, 20224 and now 2026. Steph says that she does not plan to run any more marathons [that orange vest is at least 11 years old now] But I am one very proud Mum this week. 

Not just proud of Steph - but of sister Liz giving up her weekend to come and help with the boys. And two little brothers who were very supportive. And these two cool dudes in London, who stayed at home with Dad. [And well done Rob and Gaz for running, and thanks to Christine and Jon also in their supporting roles] 

The boys were so good

I Came To Manchester For The Marathon

But I can at least look after my grandsons while their parents run ...
And after this morning's school run, I shall get the train back to Norfolk

Life Is Not A Sprint...

 ...it is a marathon

Thinking especially of Steph and Gaz as they run the Manchester Marathon today. 

I Brought My Own Bag...

Usually when I go out to do a proper supermarket trip, it is planned in advance so I have the bags. But sometimes I am out, and buy something unexpectedly. More than 30 years ago, my SIL went to Oz to visit her family, and brought me back a nylon folding tote bag.

It packs up very small [credit card size] and so I carry it around in my handbag. But last week I realised it is really wearing out - all the seams are on the point of giving way. I have a couple of other folding bags, but they are nowhere near as compact as this one.
Barbara's son and his family are now living in Australia. She sent me this birthday gift

This cheerful kookaburra print bag is a few inches square when folded into itself, but opens up into a full size tote bag.

What perfect timing! I can discard the dodgy old one, and tuck the new one in my handbag for my Manchester trip today

And that means fewer plastic bags or bags-for-life being purchased. Good for my wallet, good for the planet. Thank you Barbara!

When you were at school, did you sing the song "Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree" as a round in your music lessons? We did, but I don't think I had the faintest notion as to what a kookaburra looked like

SORRY ABOUT LATE PUBLISHING. Just realised it didn't post.  currently catching up whilst sat on a train which is held up outside Grantham!

A Week Of April Anniversaries

If you read Sue's post yesterday, or Mary's, you will know there are some great poems out there celebrating April. I cannot agree with TS Eliot's assertion that April is 'the cruellest month'. For me, this past week - April 10th- 17th is one of joyful celebration and gratitude for so many good things in my life.

1955  April 10th
Easter Sunday
The year I was born. Back then, the fathers had to wait outside the delivery room. They told Dad I'd got the cord wrapped round my neck and was unlikely to survive the birth. But I was ok [and he was late for church!] 

2009 April 15th, Wednesday
54 years later, we took possession of Cornerstones - our wonderful bungalow in the heart of rural Norfolk

We still wake up every morning marvelling at God's grace in providing us with this lovely home.  When we first bought it, we were living in Leicestershire - our daughters were both in London.

2018 April 14th, Saturday
Off to Manchester for the wedding of daughter Steph to her beloved Gaz. In the past eight years they have achieved so much, moving house, both succeeding in their careers, and best of all, becoming parents to two gorgeous little boys.

2021 April 12th, Monday
A week after Easter, Bob retired from being minister in Ferndown. With the help of masked friends [lockdown rules!] we packed our belongings in to a van and drove the long road up to Norfolk. Next day I left a message on the fridge.

Retiring in Lockdown was difficult. I really felt for Bob who didn't get the razzamataz his college buddies did when they retired in 2019 or 2022. 
But here we are - five years on from retirement. I'm grandma to four lovely children, and 'auntie-mum' to Julian in Romford.
We are happily involved in our church, and our community.  

The family are thriving, and we have lots of good neighbours - although since 2009, many of the residents have moved on and we've made more new friends . Cornerstones has become a place of love, peace and joy. The new kitchen is fabulous, the solar panels keep us warm and the garden is growing. He's Shedding and I'm still Sewing [and blogging]

So this week in April will always be a special one for me, full of happy memories. There's a lovely old song that begins "Oh how good is the Lord, I never will forget what He has done for me"
I hope I never do

A Watched Pot

... never boils.

First thing every morning I make a cup of tea. But I find it hard to stand in the kitchen doing nothing waiting for it to boil. So I use those minutes to do something useful

 

1. I might pop to the bathroom and clean my teeth
2. Write a shopping list
3. Match up the unpaired socks in the laundry bin
4. Rip up yesterday's teabags - leaves into compost, bags into bin
5. Empty the dishwasher

How do you fill those minutes? 

That's Torn It!

I took Bob a cup of tea, as it was 11am. He turned round from his computer and stared at me, raising one eyebrow quizzically "Why are you dressed like that?" . I was wearing a crop top bra and a pair of ancient capri-length lycra running shorts. I explained it was the winter/summer wardrobe swap. I try on everything.  If something is too tight over these undergarments, then it goes. The thickness of the shorts guarantees I have 'breathing space' at the waist - and avoid anything too tight in hot, sticky weather. Three garments, all made around 2014 didn't make the cut. 

They were all made from the same Lisette pattern. The first, a tunic which I previously wore a lot with leggings, was a genuine 1960s vintage print  given to me by a neighbour. My splashy Lily Pulitzer dress. The second, was a lovely Javanese cotton sarong from Kezzie which I turned into a summer dress. The third a pretty cotton dress made from a cheap 'Poundland fabric' down in Dorset - I added useful patch pockets.

In this week's trials, I discovered that the Java dress fitted beautifully, except for the cuffs on the sleeves. A teeny bit tight on my 'bingo wings'. I love this one, so I have removed the cuffs, and will bind the edges, so it fits comfortably.

The third is just too tight - but is a cute teddy bear print. This may make something for Jess.

But the first? Ooops! This shift has no fastenings, which is why I like the pattern! I got into it ok, but when I tried to wriggle out it completely disintegrated under the left arm and across the bust.  Absolutely no possibility of salvaging this one. Let's face it, the fabric is 60 years old - and at that age most things have either worn thin [like this] or run to fat [like me]

The final casualty was that £1 Patra dress from the CS shop last summer. When I got it, it was reduced because the sleeves had ripped. I wore it quite a lot at the end of the summer - but like the Pulitzer frock, the fabric had definitely reached the end of its life, and as I shook it out, I could see it was worn through in places, and ripped even before I out it on. I removed all the lovely Mother of Pearl buttons, and cut out and salvaged the best parts of the pretty print.  And rolled up the blue fabrics to go into the loft.

The Pulitzer will make a good lining for a bag, the Petra will perhaps be used in machine embroidery, and the teddy bears may make a skirt for Jess.

A few 'wearable' garments have gone into the donate bag, A  satisfactory swap-around

Do you do a seasonal wardrobe swap?