Sunday lunch today with the Middle of the Darling Daughters and her fella was something of a celebration of The Passing of the Knowledge (see previous blog!) Which was timely because the next time they come to Sunday lunch,
Little Champ will have arrived and we will have eyes only for him. So today it seemed only right to pay due attention / honour to our Knowledge Boy. We’re big on celebrations in our family. It’s tradition.
Mr B greeted him by bowing low in the hallway as a mark of esteem. That went down extremely well – I think maybe he could try it out on me occasionally, when I need a boost. Not that I
often need a boost, but it would be good to have something in reserve for if I did, don’t you think? Even better received was our congratulatory present which was a model black London cab. We bought it in London months ago, in preparation for this Celebration
and ever since I’ve been worrying that maybe everyone would have the same idea and he’d end up with a fleet of tiny taxis. But, no, we were the first. And, apparently, it’s tradition to buy a newly qualified cabbie a model taxi cab. So that’s
It’s also tradition at the “Knowledge College” where the Son-in-Law has been studying for the successful cabbie to bring in presents
for his / her fellow students. Guess what our Massi took in. Chocolates? Champagne? Perhaps some Krispy Kreme doughnuts? No. He gave them all a cooked chicken. I bet you wouldn’t have guessed that in a month of Sundays...
After we’d polished off the first course of our Sunday Lunch (another triumph of a Roast Beef Dinner produced by Mr B) we took a bit of a breather and Skyped our Little Welsh
Boys. We only had a brief “window of opportunity” between them getting back from their Rugby lesson and setting off for their small friend Aiden’s second birthday party. The littlest boy was off with his father buying a present for
the Birthday Boy but the older two were delighted to show off their rugby shirts and a few rugby tackles. Though I’m not sure they learnt the latter in their Rugby lessons.
I showed the boys the five birds I have so far knitted for Little Champ’s nursery. They recognised and named the robin, the blackbird and the thrush and, after a false start (“It’s a parrot!”) my famous blue tit. The only
one they couldn’t guess was the bullfinch but I personally think that is perfectly excusable. Their Auntie (the boys’ not the birds’) became quite animated making the birds fly all around, for the boys’ amusement, and occasionally banging
their beaks (the birds’ not the boys’) on the screen of my lap-top. Finally, with just enough time to get washed and changed ready for the party, Sam went to fetch his guitar and we were treated to a tuneful rendition of “I Went to
the Animal Fair.” With actions. That’s the beauty of Skype isn’t it? You get the actions too...
We finished off the afternoon by watching the
film called “The Knowledge”. Mr B was resting his eyes and the Middle of the Darling Daughters had a cat nap. With just nine days to go until Little Champ’s arrival, we thought she was entitled. Mr B? Well, he had cooked our Sunday Lunch
so I reckon he could be excused too. And isn’t that the whole point of Sunday Lunch? That you eat your fill, and then, if you so wish, gently snooze while your food goes down. There’s something deliciously comforting about it.
And, anyway, it’s tradition...