I am well impressed that, on introducing my (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys to the sunflowers I am growing for them, they accept, without demur, the Natural Order of Things. As in, the tallest Sunflower must be Sam’s,
on account of him being the oldest, the middle-sized Sunflower is obviously James’s, because he is the Middle Child, while the shortest has to be Morgan’s - he being the youngest and smallest of my Trio of Welsh Boys. Even the Duracell Bunny expresses
no objections; clearly the boys are not viewing the Growing of Sunflowers with the same competitive spirit as their Grandad.
I am reminded of the three sisters
who bought our house in Staplehurst, over thirty years ago. It was a three bedroomed house, the third bedroom being considerably smaller than either of the others while the front bedroom was very definitely superior to the other two. Not a problem: the eldest
sister claimed the front bedroom, the middle sister the back bedroom, while the baby of the family seemed perfectly happy with the boxroom. Such perfect harmony is hard to find.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters and her brother well remember the day the three sisters came to view our house. Mr B and I were away (I think we might have been transporting another daughter to Uni) but the estate agent told us he was sure our
house would sell that day. We therefore left instructions that, if a viewing were arranged, a hasty tidy up would be much appreciated.
In the event, our Twosome
had just a quarter of an hour to clear the decks before The Three Sisters came to call. Their approach was to stow everything under the beds, in a cupboard, behind the curtains - Out of Sight, Out of Mind was their modus operandi. We were delighted to learn,
on our return home, that our house was sold. We gave the Ace Tidy Uppers a fiver for their efforts; at first they were pleased with this bounty - until they discovered how much the estate agents’ commission would be…
I have promised the (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys that I will send them photographs so that they can follow the progress of their Sunflower plants. Their mother, the Darling Daughter in Law, says
it's probably as well that the plants are staying in our garden as she doesn't think they would fare too well in hers. Mind you, several of my Sunflower plants have fallen victim to Slug Attack - at the moment the score is Slugs 6 Me 14. I'm not crowing, though,
because the little perishers have completely destroyed every one of my dahlias. I've quite given up keeping score.
I have been slowly clearing up after our visitors.
It's too hot to move quickly so Operation Clear Up may well take some time. It is actually quite a pleasurable business, making sure the board games we played have all the correct number of pieces, including, if appropriate, a dice. You will be pleased (or,
possibly, not the least bit bothered) to hear that we managed not to play “What's Rubbish?” (see previous Blog) but we did enjoy going “Round The Houses”, an exciting game about moving house which involved landing on squares carrying
household items which could then be transferred into a player’s removal van. Anyone landing on a red square was supposed to put an item back on the board but we changed the rules slightly in the interests of finishing the game before everyone grew too
desperately hungry for their breakfast of Mini Weetabix.
While we are talking about changing the rules, I place on record that there's no way I'm playing Connect
4 with the Duracell Bunny again - and though it was good to see the beautiful wooden chess set Mr B and I brought home with us from a long ago holiday in Dubrovnik given an airing, I fear young James is much too good at the game for me.
The trouble is that checking the games and remembering many a funny moment along the way is the pleasurable part of Operation Clear Up. There seems, however, to be rather a lot of
other “stuff” to be sorted and replaced where it belongs. It's a little like playing “Round The Houses”. But without the removal van.
I can simply take a large leaf out of my children’s book and go for Out of Sight, Out of Mind.
I can always blame the heat-wave…