The whole of my computer screen is taken up with a large biscuit. It looks to be a digestive biscuit which has been liberally decorated with all manner of sweets. I am licking my lips just at the sight of it.
I am on Skype and James, the Middle of the Little Welsh Boys, is telling me about his very first day at school, the main event of which was The Making of The Biscuit. Nobody
is allowed to eat The Biscuit until Daddy gets home and can add his own words of wonderment.
There never was a biscuit more admired.
James looks extremely smart in his white shirt with the school logo on it. He says his teacher keeps calling him Sam (his older brother) though his Mum chimes in that this seems a little unlikely as Sam was never in
this particular teacher’s class. Either that or Sam is famous throughout the school.
I ask James if he received the “Have Fun on Your First Day of
School” card I sent him. He nods but seems to have been rather more taken with the card from his Auntie Anne which apparently had a handbag on the front. It took me a while to work out that the handbag was, in fact, a satchel. Of course it was!
I knew that, really.
This is a week of Beginnings and Endings. It’s the beginning of a new year of U3A activities for Mr B and for me (see yesterday’s
blog) – but the end of this year’s Summer Reading Challenge at the Library which has afforded me so much fun over the school holidays. Yesterday I had a long queue of 4 – 11 year olds waiting to visit the "Creepy Desk" and tell me about the
latest books they had read. By the time I went home after my three hour stint, my head was swimming with the stories they had recounted for me. Saturday sees the End of the Challenge and I will be there for my final session of 2013, handing out the certificates,
medals and decidedly stinky stickers to all those who have successfully completed the Challenge.
They will all trot off happily, holding their certificates high
in the air and repeatedly asking their parents (or grandparents) to buy them ribbon for their medals (as I think I told you, health and safety doesn’t allow us to supply ribbon with our “gold” medals.) I, on the other hand, will be feeling
sad that another Summer Reading Challenge is over until next year, when all the littl’uns will be a whole year older. As so will I.
It’s the end of
my knitting project – which I can’t tell you about or it would spoil the surprise for the recipient who doesn’t know it’s coming. On the other hand, it’s the start of my new knitting project. Eleanor, the Youngest Grand-daughter,
has asked me to knit two pears for a couple of her friends, embroidered with their initials. I think it’s kind of one step up from friendship bracelets. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t have a pattern for pears (or any other fruit for that matter) so Eleanor
has helpfully sent me a web-link to help me knit the Pair of Pears “but only if it’s not too much trouble for you,” she adds, thoughtfully. How can I say no, when she puts it like that?
It might even be the End of Summer and the Beginning of Autumn. What a Summer it has been – one of the best I can remember. It has been a truly Golden Time, adding immeasurably to my Memory Store. I really
don’t want to see it come to an end but then Autumn is one of my favourite seasons. Along with Winter, Spring and Summer. That’s right, I love them all. I love the very fact that we have seasons, that we have to change the clothes we wear, the
activities we pursue, the time we close the curtains in the evening and pull up the drawbridge for the night.
Beginnings and Endings. Life is full of them. For
my James, at the very beginning of his school life, I have some Sage Advice (Nannas need to be indulged sometimes.) So, dear James, have fun, make lots of new friends, enjoy every day at school.
And, whatever you do, don’t let Daddy eat The Biscuit.