Well, I am back home! Mr B says that he has missed me and that life was pretty boring without me.
That makes me feel a little bit guilty because my life has not
been the least bit boring over the last few days - but then I have been endlessly entertained by my little Welsh boys. Here are just a few of the things they have taught me:
sewing Welsh dragon badges onto the sleeves of a Beaver Scout outfit, both dragons must be facing forwards. Sam (the Beaver) inspected my needlework this morning and pronounced it satisfactory. Now that I have performed my grandmotherly duty, he says he may
not need to join Sewing Club at school.
2. Mushed up papaya stains clothes. It is therefore not a good idea to allow young Morgan to hurl his food around at meal-times. The floor and table mopped
up quite well but my trousers still bear the evidence of my lack of control, even after a full cycle in the washing machine. Morgan is not yet five months old so I have absolutely no excuse when he puts one over on me.
3. When attending an Open Day at the local Model Railway Club, those model trains you can ride on travel, well, surprisingly fast. Sam and James held onto me tightly so I survived the ride - but next time round it was noticeable that they opted to travel
without me. I think I was just too much of a responsibility...
4. Taking an umbrella when escorting a six year old to school does not mean you will necessarily keep dry. Sam decided not to unfurl
his umbrella but to use it as a "pointer." This meant we only had one umbrella between the two of us so we were both half wet and half dry by the time we arrived at the school gates this morning. Why we needed a "pointer", what it was for, and what we were
pointing at - these were all unanswered questions.
5. I know most of my colours, numbers 1 - 10, and how to say "Good Morning" to my teacher - all in Welsh. I can't wait for an opportunity to put my
new language skills to use...
Oh, how I love - and how I will miss - my little Welsh boys!