Jaqui's Daily Blog

The Recipe For Happiness

Granddaughter Hazel (as in Hazel Bagel, don’t you know) is teaching her cousin Tala the unwritten rules of Instagram. There is a certain smile, you see, which makes you Instantly Instagrammable. Tala is but three years old and already has “The Instagram Smile” off pat. The only time it fails to work is when she dons her Pink Power Ranger outfit complete with helmet. Though, to be honest, she is doubtless grinning away underneath her powerful headgear.

 

I wouldn’t have known all this except for today’s visit by Team Baldwin - the Youngest of the Darling Daughters, her lovely fella (known to you all as Uncle Dunk’em Dave), Jack, Hazel and Dunk’em Dave’s sweet mother who swears there must have been something in the water when she gave birth to her children. They were supposed to be visiting yesterday for Boxing Day Shenanigans but decided to give me a day to recover from the Unfortunate Incidents of Christmas   Evening.

 

Indeed today was what might be called a “Shall We, Shall We Not” visit as my daughter and I messaged each other back and forth trying to decide whether they should come or not. Eventually the decision was taken - they would come but I was to sit still and be waited upon. “We can bring all the food, open presents and you can sit down the WHOLE time,” she commanded. When did she get to be so bossy, this daughter of mine?

 

It was strangely satisfying, not being allowed to do anything. The food appeared miraculously on the table and was totally delicious so everyone tucked in, including Mr B and me. It would have been rude not to, don’t you agree? We all opened our presents to each other - though there was nothing for my daughter and granddaughter to open as their gift from us is the annual Jolly Girls Outing in February. If I had been better organised…

 

Among our lovely presents were two mugs (I hope I didn’t hear you say “how very appropriate”?) Mine is inscribed: “She who must be obeyed” while Mr B’s reads: “Mr Always Right.” As far as Irreconcilable Differences are concerned, our mugs take the biscuit. Preferably ginger nuts, which I have always reckoned, since childhood, to be the very best biscuits for dunking. 

 

Dunk’em Dave and his son, Our Jack, were delighted with their presents which isn’t the least bit surprising as both had supplied us with gift lists from the Amazon Jungle. I do like it when I know, for certain sure, that the recipients of our gifts will be happy. My fellow grandmother was just as delighted, even though she hadn’t drawn up a gift list and had had to take what she was given.

 

Sometimes, it occurs to me, taking what you are given is just about the best recipe for happiness. I could have rushed around, trying to fix lunch, perhaps making a quick trip to the shops for extras, worrying whether everyone would have a good time and whether they would feel it was worth making the journey.

 

Instead I sat down the WHOLE time, and was waited upon royally, like Meghan Markle at Sandringham for Christmas but without the need for constant changes of clothes, my Jolly Christmas jumper being perfectly suitable attire for every occasion.

 

Today I took everything I was given and felt Duly - and Truly - Blessed.

 

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24.09 | 18:00

I’m glad you liked it, Sally. Jaqui x

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24.09 | 08:25

Beautiful piece. Thank you. Sally

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30.08 | 19:32

P.s. I absolutely adored Gipsy Tart, and, yes, my son has his work cut out!!

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30.08 | 19:26

I too went to school in Kent where my Aunt worked as a dinner-lady. I got seconds sometimes thirds of my favourite pud, the said Gipsy Tart. My son’s a dentist!

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