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My Very Welcome Visitor

The Eldest of the Darling Daughters leaves us cosily ensconced in our respective armchairs, nursing mugs of coffee and preparing to watch Toy Story 3 on TV. I love that film. Mr B is not so sure, it being a children’s film, don’t you know, but I suggest he suspends judgement for the duration. I am pretty sure that Woody, Buzz and Co will win him round eventually.


The one children’s film Mr B absolutely refuses to watch is Stuart Little which just happens to be granddaughter Eleanor’s favourite film. Well, it may have been overtaken in her affections in more recent years by more grown-up fare, but I am willing to bet she would still be perfectly happy, on a future visit, to settle on the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate and Stuart. If only to make a point to her Grandad who - we are both certain - has never watched SL all the way through, so is hardly qualified to judge it on its considerable merits. 


The Eldest of the Darling Daughters, taking her second turn on the Mum Rota, is keen to ensure that she completes all the tasks on my latest Jobs To Be Done List. I am growing accustomed to saving up all the Tiny (or, to be honest, Not So Tiny) Tasks that can’t really be carried out with only one arm for the day when the next family member comes to call. Hanging up lines of Christmas cards is a case in point - it goes against the grain to put all the seasonal greetings that arrive each day, courtesy of Loyd the Postie, in an untidy heap on the dining room table rather than stringing up yet another line using lengths of wool and drawing pins. This is, however, a job which simply can’t be done with only one arm. Believe me, if it were possible, then I would have tried. 


The Youngest of the Darling Daughters did her best on a previous visit but sadly failed the Thumb Test - as in, having a strong enough thumb to push the drawing pins securely into the ceiling coving. The Eldest of the Darling Daughters’ thumb is made of Sterner Stuff, added to which she displays considerable creativity by stringing up double lines. Double the line, double the cards - you know it makes sense. Her pride is slightly dented when one of her strings inexplicably breaks free, cascading greetings cards all over the hall floor just as she is on the point of leaving but fortunately the displaced cards could all be found another home without the need to resort to more wool and drawing pins. Tomorrow, of course, Loyd will almost certainly be back with another handful of cards...


The Eldest of the Darling Daughters’ other most important task was to prepare the smallest of our three bedrooms for the Twins, Tala and Lilia, who will be (fingers crossed!) sleeping there on Christmas Eve. When you consider that, until recently, that room was my Aladdin’s Cave, crammed with presents (both wrapped and unwrapped), crackers and other Christmas Related Paraphernalia, you can imagine this was a Tall, rather than a Tiny, Task. I do offer to help - as in, to stand by nursing my Robot Sling and offer sage advice - but for some reason my daughter prefers to act alone, while I take a rest downstairs.   


In between tasks, we enjoy ensuring that our jaws will not rust by engaging in plenty of conversation. It is one of the pleasures of having time with a grown-up offspring - that chance to share news and views on anything and everything. 


Our welcome visitor has to leave by 3.30 p.m. so as not to be late for an important date with Handel and his Messiah at the Royal Albert Hall. We just about manage to complete a quick shop (the E of the DDs was keen to make sure we had plenty of food in to see us through to the arrival of her sister, the Middle of the Darling Daughters, on Christmas Eve), to post a few letters and pick up Mr B’s “sunshine tablets” from the pharmacy before she has to set off. “I’ll see myself out,” she says, gently but firmly stopping me from rising from the reclining chair where she has deposited me with my mug of coffee.


Usually I’m there at the garden gate, waving frantic goodbyes with both arms as any visitors depart - but for once I do as I am told and stay put. 


Less than two weeks now and I will be able to bid a not so very fond farewell to the Robot Sling. I won’t be sorry to say goodbye.


Let’s face it, as companions go, it isn’t a patch on a Darling Daughter... 


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22.08 | 02:02


I'll be able to help you with information on the usher's as Thomas Henry Usher is my aunt's ancestor as well can you please email me so we can talk

22.08 | 02:00

Hi Karen,

I thought I would try again to see if I can get a response from you again please email me so we can talk further. My email is: lol-emma@live.com.au

08.08 | 22:28

Hello Najla
Your daughter’s already loved toys are being loved all over again by my trio. It’s destiny, indeed... xx

08.08 | 15:07

Hi Najla, how lovely to hear from you. I can assure you and your daughter that the princesses and the poo have gone to a very good home!

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