It was the weekend of the long drive. We have one Granny in hospital two hours away in one direction, the other settling into her new home, and needing some company, an hour away in the other direction; and a girl who is taking every chance offered for a driving lesson.
So it was a motorway cruising, country lane bumping, coast road enjoying "I'll drive if you promise there aren't any hill starts on this bit" kind of a weekend. We got there in the end. We got everywhere, though I have no photos because asking to stop might have stirred up a mutiny.
Someone asked me if I'd been knitting when it wasn't my turn to drive. Mmm..I haven't knitted in the car since I was about ten and my uncle turned round from his driver's seat to discover my cousin and me knitting dolls clothes, fast so we'd be finished by the time he left me home. He told us terrible stories about where the knitting needles would arrive should we stop in a hurry. Was he right?
Since we're talking dicing with death, I'll mention Granny's only piece of gossip. She said that when Little E had been to visit the day before, he hadn't been in a very good mood. He had discovered that the new puppy can skateboard better than he can. Skateboard? Skateboard? Get off that thing, Little E! You don't want another broken foot.
So we drove and we drove and we turned round and we drove cross country the other way, from the seashore to the lakes, and back to the city... And every so often we gave a cheer to our girl and her exam results because we didn't want her to feel forgotten about in the middle of it all.
Which leaves me on Monday, looking forward very much to Pilates tonight and enjoying a treat, because we did stop just the once, at the Farm Shop, and we bought some watermelon:
Last week Lizzy, Sandra, Eileen, Louise, Jo, Deb, Barbara, Rinda, Helena, Gail, Mary-Lou, Ladkyis, Cheri, Julia, Sheena, Fiona and Alison gave us a wave, told us their news, wished us the best of the new week. Go on, wish 'em a good one right back! Happy Monday.