The plants in the back garden have been watered within an inch of their (possibly) short lives, with an extremely small yellow watering can better suited for quenching the thirst of indoor plants. Inevitably this has involved
the Diligent Gardener in dozens of trips to the water butt in order to refill said watering can.
The white board - on which I write important announcements so
that Mr B can tell, at a glance, what day of the month, and month of the year it is, together with information about visitors or my trips to the shops to buy our dinner - has been scrubbed clean and decorated with red hearts and a family of four, mother and
Another of Mr B’s sporting trophies, dating back to a long-forgotten local table tennis tournament in 2001 has been rescued from its dusty
sojourn in a cupboard and is being re-homed.
Yes, you have guessed it - the Rascally Trio arrived yesterday - earlier than usual in a bid to escape the threatened
dire weather. They were accompanied by not one, but two, of my Darling Daughters - a merry gang indeed. It was Tala (Elder of the twins by one important minute) who took charge in the garden; twin sister Lilia, getting in touch with her Inner Banksy courtesy
of the whiteboard; and big brother Faris who re-homed the redundant trophy. How very lovely to see them all!
Leaving Mr B in his carer Donna’s tender
loving care, I headed to the beach to meet up with the visitors. It’s always a good idea, we have found, to allow the Rascals to run off some of their pent-up energy on the beach after an hour and a half in the car before taking them back to the house,
the water butt, the blackboard and the forbidden delights of “Upstairs at Nanni and Grandad’s House.” They had already spent a happy time in Shark Park (named by the Trio after a wooden sculpture at the park entrance) before scooting to meet
me. We found an empty table outside the Sea Lane Café and the Darling Daughters headed time the kiosk to order coffees to warm us up, leaving me to take charge of the Trio. “Will you be alright with all of them?” their proud mamma asked
me to which I airily replied that of course, I was perfectly capable. The Rascally Trio eyed me contemplatively as I made this rash declaration, mischief gleaming in their eyes. They knew full well that, should they take it upon themselves to hare down the
beach towards the rock pools, I would struggle to catch up with them before they managed to get all their clothes sopping wet.
In the event, they took pity
on me and we played “race to the beach huts and back”. That’s the Royal “we” you understand; they raced, I sat and counted how many seconds each one took to cover the distance. Well, somebody had to save the table, didn’t
they? Faris found a painted stone behind the beach hut which set the three of them off on decorating their own stones with pieces of chalk gathered from the beach - by which time the Darling Daughters had arrived with cardboard cups of coffee (for the adults),
hot chocolate (for the Twins) and apple juice for their brother.
It was pretty wild and windy on the beach so after a session of clambering over the rocks
like mountain goats, we repaired to our house where Mr B was waiting. Along with the watering can, the whiteboard and the table tennis trophy.
At home the
Trio come across a board game they haven’t played before - it’s called “A Bird in the Hand”. It isn’t a new game, I bought it for 80p from a charity shop many years ago and it was a particular favourite among the older grandchildren.
The box is somewhat battered but the rest of the game is in excellent condition except that one of the player pieces is missing. This is not a problem as the missing piece has been replaced by - wait for it - a small toy rat. The rat was already in the game
when I bought it and the older grandchildren used to fight over who would have the pleasure of moving the rat around the board.
The Middle of the Darling
Daughters was so fascinated by the game that she googled it - to discover that it is, in fact, a vintage board game worth an amazing £40. Not that I would ever sell it, you understand, it is invested with far too many memories. The inclusion of the rat,
moreover, makes it truly priceless.
Like visits from the Rascally Trio, it is truly to be treasured.