I really, really love the Special Occasions when family and friends gather at ours to celebrate. Regular readers will doubtless be thinking that, if the Daily Blog is anything to go by, then we seem to enjoy rather a lot
of these. There is, however, a great deal to be said for Visits With No Purpose.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters has just left us to drive home after spending
three lovely days with Mr B and me. There was no reason at all for her visit, she just decided to come. Yes, it is true, we did fit in one of our theatre trips to see “Oklahoma” at the Chichester Festival Theatre on Monday evening - but we arranged
that to fit in with the Visit With No Purpose, rather than it being the reason for my daughter appearing at our front door on Monday morning.
Despite her visit
being without purpose, we did pack a great deal in, even without counting our theatre trip. For a start, she accompanied me to my final physiotherapy appointment on Tuesday afternoon and so was able to celebrate with me that my Recovering Shoulder is so, well,
recovered that I have now said goodbye to Sweet Sophia the physiotherapist. She has, however, referred me to a local gym where I can continue my recovery which is an extremely exciting development. Because the Youngest of the Darling Daughters was with me,
I booked up my initial consultation and induction session first thing the next morning - this is the thing about the Y of the DDs, she is an Ace Motivator. Without her ever saying a word, I knew that she would want me to be following up Sophia’s referral
- so follow up I did.
Similarly with my daughter’s encouragement, I followed up recommendations for a handyman to come and fit my curtain poles and other
small jobs about the house - something I’ve been meaning to do for ages. I just needed a gentle nudge in the right direction. We ordered various items on-line which will be delivered to me tomorrow and have had several plants which were outgrowing their
pots moved to their Forever Home in my newly-cleared flower bed by Ken the Gardener. I’d been meaning to ask him to do this for me for simply ages but hadn’t got around to it. The Youngest of the Darling Daughters was my Catalyst for Action.
We had a perfectly pleasant time trailing round charity shops in search of items for granddaughter Hazel Bagel’s new flat, finding a long, white mirror which we both
agreed was an absolute bargain at £3. We had an enjoyable conversation about how much we would have paid for it (we might have gone up as far as a fiver, last of the big spenders that we are) and the Youngest of the Darling Daughters kindly said if Hazel
didn’t like / want it she would give it to me. Which was generous of her, given that I had paid for it, my daughter having no change on her at the time. We had a good laugh about that - but an even better laugh when we came across one of those toy dressing
tables, all Barbie pink, which we photographed and sent to Hazel: “Perfect for your new home!” (or words to that effect) we said. Well, it made us laugh...
This afternoon we took an hour out for a trip to the seaside where we were swept along the windy prom (prom, prom), sauntered along the riverside walk, bought a delicious ice-cream each (salted caramel for the Youngest of the Darling Daughters, Caribbean
coconut for me) and met a family of swans, five growing cygnets being watched protectively by their parents. We also took in the replacement for the famous Littlehampton Boat Train - it is a sturdy looking truck for sure but it doesn’t have quite the
charisma of the boat train. I expect we will reserve final judgement until Family Beach Day in a few weeks time when our littl’uns will put it through its paces.
I am not kidding myself, by the way. I know exactly why the Youngest of the Darling Daughters comes so often, for no apparent purpose. She comes to give me a break, to lend her support, to keep me company, to help me get things done, to look after her
Dad so I can have a lie-in of a morning, or a quick nap in the afternoon. She comes because she cares. “There she goes!” I say to myself as she drives away, knowing she will be back again sometime soon.
Paying us yet another Visit With No Purpose. Bless her...