I am enjoying myself looking back over all the photographs taken (mostly by others, I am a very hit-and-miss photographer) over the course of my recent Two Centre Holiday.
Here is the inevitable “sad selfie” of the Youngest of the Darling Daughters and me, down on the Goring sea-front enjoying ice creams. Here are the (Not So Very Little) Welsh Boys, way up in the trees as they overcome
the many challenges of the High Ropes experience at beautiful Lydiard Park. Here I am sitting at a social distance while each of the boys takes a turn in what their father terms “The Nanna Chair” so that they can fill me in on all that has been
occurring in their lives since last I saw them in the flesh, if you know what I mean. Here are the two princess dolls - and a poo...
Oh, yes, I do need to tell
you all about them. My daughters think “The Princesses and the Poo” would make a great title for a children’s book and might well prove to be a best-seller, given it is a classic combination of the Fanciful and the Lavatorial. I might just
get round to it one day...
The dolls - one dressed as Belle from Beauty and the Beast, the other a most fetching Ariel with fishy tail and bright red hair - were
a present to the Twins from their uncle, father of the Welsh Boys. He picked them up (the dolls, not the boys, don’t be silly) as part of a job-lot of pre-loved toys, only some of which would find favour with his three sons. Princess dolls, however beautiful,
were never going to be welcomed into the Welsh Boys’ World. Which wasn’t a problem because their youngest cousins, Tala and Lilia, would love them all over again which, if you have ever watched the Toy Story films, you will know is extremely important
to pre-loved playthings.
What about Faris the Rascal, I hear you ask? Surely he wasn’t to be left out of this unexpected bounty? Not at all - accompanying
the princess dolls was a brown cushion shaped like the emoji of a poo. I kid you not, but please see the accompanying photo if you can’t bring yourself to envisage it.
We introduced the Rascally Trio to their new toys when we met up in the Youngest of the Darling Daughter’s back garden for an afternoon of fun and frolics, generously laced with chilli and Prosecco. The Twins fell upon their princess dolls with
fervour; their brother viewed his Poo Emoji cushion with a degree of caution. “It’s a bit - rude!” was his initial verdict. Fortunately Tala (the elder of the Twins by one important minute) was beset by peals of the most infectious giggles
at the sight of the cushion which won over her brother in no time.
Lilia took herself off to play with Belle, creating a castle for her princess to dwell in out
of the cats’ scratching tower. The cats, Willow and Twinkle - who know to keep well out of the way when the Trio come to call as there is such a thing as being too well-loved - looked on disdainfully from the roof of the conservatory. Meanwhile Faris
and Tala played long and complicated games of Hide the Princess, interspersed with equally long and complicated games of Hunt the Poo. It was one of those lovely afternoons when the sun shines, the Prosecco flows and the children amuse themselves - and we,
the onlookers - with their antics.
After all the long months of Lockdown, it really doesn’t take much to make me feel as though life is getting back to normal.
The company of my children and grandchildren, of course. Little trips out to places which aren’t too crowded and feel safe. Lots of joyous laughter and easy conversations.
Add into that intoxicating mixture two Princesses and a Poo and who could possibly want for more?