It really was a stirring sight.
I’m talking about the two strings of kites flying above the beach spotted by the Youngest
of the Darling Daughters and me as we ambled back to the car after a thoroughly pleasant coffee-and-chat sitting outside the Sea Lane Café yesterday.
ordinary kites, these. Along one string we identified a stingray, a spaceman, a black and red dragon and a purple dinosaur with an uncanny resemblance to Barney, of children’s TV fame. Barney is my all-time
favourite dinosaur though please don’t let on to any T Rex of your acquaintance - I have no wish to make enemies of a Prehistoric Nature. Along the second string was a high-flying sting ray and three penguins. All along the beach, people were taking
photographs and videos - it was a sight to see. There's nothing quite like a kite for symbolising fun and freedom.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters had arrived
shortly after lunch for the first leg of our Two Centre Holiday. Yes, you heard aright - holiday. We are spending three days in Worthing with Mr B and me before my daughter whisks me off to hers for another three days. We are going to have SUCH fun. Mr B,
meanwhile, will be well looked after by the Really Rather Wonderful Rosalie who is just like one of the more excitable emojis - but in human form. I love her dearly.
Although she is supposed to be on the first leg of our holiday, my daughter is prowling around the house and garden, looking for ways to make my life easier. She has found a shady spot towards the end of the garden and moved the small garden table and
two chairs to their new location, which works perfectly. I can’t think why I didn’t think of it for myself - but then presumably that’s what I have a daughter for? Her suggestion for a remedy to ease her father’s toothache was a little
off the mark - had I tried clove of garlic she asked? I presume she meant oil of cloves but you never know, do you? If anyone has tried clove of garlic for toothache, please advise. We eat healthily and she sends me up to bed for an afternoon nap, ignoring
my request not to leave me asleep too long.
Last night I dreamt she woke me up in the morning, dressed rather like a Victorian servant girl, complete with cotton
bonnet. Despite the strange garb, I knew it was her. It must have been the smile. And the dimples. This afternoon she brought me a cup of coffee to wake me after a two hour nap, apologising for the fact that she hadn’t dressed up (or down) for the occasion.
Before we leave for her house tomorrow, I have another excitement in store - an appointment with the hairdresser! It will be so good to look presentable again. Besides, I
am full of anticipation for the second leg of our Two Centre Break, ready for just about anything.
Let’s go fly a kite!