As per I have been really busy this week and apologies again for lack of posts. Was expecting to put my feet up when I received email from daughter 'Mum you ARE coming to Ealing this Thursday aren't you?' AAAGH had got dates mixed up and panic set in. I was visiting a friend in Peasenhall and could not get there until Thursday afternoon so other grandma stepped in while I quietly tore my hair out. Friday was the important day as Helen had to supervise a Viva and needed Florence to be taken care of (Beatrice is at nursery) so I got there late Thursday afternoon.
Horrible hot and sticky day and I have to say that a drive along the North Circular was not particularly high on my list of things to do, but hey ho it is off we go. I decided to hell with it and put on shorts, flip flops and an old t-shirt to drive in. I would normally not go out in an outfit like this, there are some things ladies of a certain age should not wear in public and shorts is one of them as far as I am concerned. Feel free to disagree.
Anyway, off I went and very glad I was dressed down. I always drive in bare feet as well so I had the minimum amount of clothing on that decorum required and spent a lot of the time stuck in traffic pouring cold water down my back to keep me cool. Getting used to the journey now and it gets easier as the route becomes more familiar.
Lovely time with the girls as always but Florence, who disliked sleeping on her own and gets scared of the dark even though she has a night light, decided to come through in the middle of the night and sleep with me. I have no problem with this, it is wonderful to wake up with her curled up next to me, but the main problem is she flings her arms and legs around and now and then clonks me on the nose. I also wake up and find, that though we are in a double bed, that I am clinging to the edge while she is spread out like a starfish. But I cherish the first hour of the day when Beatrice and Helen come through and we are all in bed together laughing and chatting.
I am home now for five days and have little to do and am going to keep it that way. Too hot to do anything energetic. Spent most of today watching the Test March and Alistair Cook has finally made a decent score. Of course this has been regarded as the Second Coming and all of us who have doubted his captaincy are being castigated and attacked on Twitter and elsewhere. I am pleased that Cook the batsman is back but Cook the captain is still with us and his captaincy is pretty poor. But of course the journalists are falling over themselves to say Yah boo sucks as they have all toed the ECB line for months. Anyway, enough of that else I will be here for hours.
Have been watching DVDs tonight as I am filled with indifference about the Commonwealth Games and the schedules are pretty drenched in that so first of all I watched The Grand Budapest Hotel which I simply loved. It was witty, funny and moving all at once and the acting of the collective group of thesps, most of whom had a tiny part, was spot on and excellent. Ralph Fiennes excelled in the main role of the Concierge and I loved every minute of it.
And then, in complete contrast, I watched The Hunger Games which I did not think might be my kind of film, but I simply loved that too in a totally different way. The way the crowds watched the 'live' show reminded 
me of one of my favourite films, the Truman Show, and I thought it was excellent and had me on the edge of my seat. It had a fairly open ending and I gather that there is a series of books so presume there will be another in the franchise.
While I was watching all of this I decided to catch up on my ironing. Yes I know but really it was a huge pile and it was cooler in the evening and it had to be done and yaddy yaddy ….. Well I did it all but the sweat was absolutely dripping off me by the time I had finished but I decided to get it done in one go and get the suffering out of the way for another month or so. Felt pleased when it was all done.
So an exciting time as you can see. By the way my iron is brand new, courtesy of Amazon as I had it to use and review and then keep. Fantastic iron. If my old iron was a battered Mini this one was a Mercedes. Irons amazingly well. But do you know it costs £90. Yes £90!!! I mean WHO would pay that for an iron?
Not me that's for sure.
Have done some reading as well so back soon.
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