Jaqui's Daily Blog

Relaxation, Wedding Cards and a Quick Snooze

There is something very relaxing about visiting the Youngest of the Darling Daughters.


Mr B, indeed, is asleep on the sofa in no time at all, nursing his half-full coffee cup in a vice-like grip. We have to risk waking him from his slumbers by prising his fingers apart to retrieve the cup before he lets it slip and slosh all over the floor.


My daughter and I take a walk to the village so that I can buy a wedding card for my niece and her husband-to-be whose wedding we are attending next Tuesday. There was me, sure I had thought of absolutely everything, only to forget one of the absolute basics. On our way to the shops, we meet one of the Y of the DD's friends at the park where she is exercising her dog. The dog bounds about us trying to remind his (or possibly her) owner that they were in the middle of a game when she stopped to chat about college courses, work experience and the difference between the policies of Michael Gove and Nicky Morgan. It's a dog's life.


When we arrive home, with wedding card duly purchased and tucked in my handbag, we find that not only is Mr B still asleep on the living room sofa but the Son in Law is sprawled on the sofa in the conservatory in a similarly comatose position. We make ourselves a cup of coffee and try to decide where to sit, preferably in a place where our conversation will not be accompanied by the sound of gentle snoring. We could sit at the breakfast bar or at the dining room table but both would seem more associated with food and we are not planning to eat, given that we are off to Ed's Diner this evening.


At Ed's Diner we will be joined by many of the cast of Grease (regular readers will know that this is the latest production for the Limelight theatre group, of which Jack and sister Hazel are founder members) plus a few mums and the odd grandmother (that'll be me, then!) I have never been to Ed's Diner but apparently it is a Fifties style eating establishment reminiscent of those frequented by Danny, Sandy and the kids from Rydell High in the film of Grease. There will be burgers, of that much I am certain.


Grandson Jack has bought himself a new guitar with the money he has earned from his job helping with children's parties and other activities at the Gordon Brown Centre. Which is, obviously, named after a Gordon Brown but not that Gordon Brown. Just in case you were wondering. His mum and I try to get him to perform a few songs for us but he's not playing along (if you'll excuse the pun.) He strums the tune of House of the Rising Sun and we sing along in varying degrees of tunefulness, even Mr B who has awoken from his slumbers in time to join in the sing-song.


Tomorrow will be a busy day, mostly Grease-related. There will be a photo-call in the morning with the cast in costume posing alongside a fabulous car, complete with Greased Lightning stripes. Then in the afternoon, it's a full dress rehearsal which I have been invited to attend in return for writing a preview for the local paper. It's called singing for your supper and we are not talking Ed's Diner here.


Just as well we are having a relaxing time today. Indeed a quick glance over at the Youngest of the Darling Daughters, sitting companionably by my side as I blog away, shows me that she, too, has closed her eyes and is taking a cat nap.


Is it me, do you reckon? Am I that boring? Perhaps once I've posted the Daily Blog, I will just close my own eyes for a bit....


Zzzzzzzzz..

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15.10 | 11:13

I don't remember seeing this first time round.... but thank you for sharing with me. You write beautifully, and brought a tear to my eyes. Lots of love xx

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10.10 | 21:37

Jaqui I think your grandchildren are very lucky. You have spurred me on to write a letter to Amelia who like Hazel is away from home for the first time. 💕

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03.07 | 22:43

Wouldn't have missed it for the world. xx

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12.06 | 02:31

I love that you talk to your plants ... I used to on my allotment ... seemed perfectly rational !

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