The Darling Daughter-in-Law phones to say that they have just left home and The Duracell Bunny is already saying he is hungry. Despite having been fed with good, filling porridge for breakfast.
Because it is such a very long journey from Wales, especially with three boys (one of them permanently hungry) on board, they will be stopping off en route at Marwell Zoo. My animal-mad Welsh Boys will love that, I say. The Darling
Daughter-in-Law has another good idea: why don't I join them there for the afternoon.
It is such a tempting offer, I really want to say yes. Except that at the moment none of the beds for my visitors has clean
bedclothes; I haven't been shopping for today's essentials; the games need to be brought down from the upstairs cupboard; there is dinner to be prepared and a birthday cake to be baked and decorated. Reluctantly I tell myself that the Zoo must wait for another
Had I been better organised yesterday, I might have been in with a chance. As it is, four o'clock arrives before I feel I am "visitor ready". Whether I am anywhere near ready for tomorrow's Family Beach
Day is another matter.
The Middle of the Darling Daughters texts to ask if I could provide beach towels to save a bit of space in her car. There are probably few families who possess more beach towels than
we do, so I am happy to say yes. She is going to give me a lift to the beach to save me from the £6 day parking fee so she will need some space for me. When we were on holiday in Alicante (Ally Canty) the Son-in-Law used to stow me right at the back,
along with the picnic bags, the sun tent and the beach toys. I knew my place. His wife lets me travel in style in the front passenger seat where I can see where we are going.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters
also texts to say that she will cook chicken goujons to save me a job. Bless her! That's one item off my To Do list. Chicken goujons have become a Beach Day tradition and Our Boy Jack would probably not forgive me if we were goujons-less
I search out my lollipop moulds and the recipe for Merry Berry Lollies which the boys enjoyed making last year. I had no idea where the recipe was and was worried about the length of time it might take me to locate it, presuming
I had tucked it inside one of my many recipe books for safe keeping. Then, amazingly, the recipe just appeared - honestly, it kind of fluttered to the floor when I moved my Address Box from one kitchen shelf to another. Maybe Someone was looking out for me
and sympathising with how much work I had given myself? (Incidentally when I refer to my "many" recipe books, I have to confess that generally I have experimented with one, maybe two, recipes per book. My bid for Domestic Goddess Status has stalled lately.)
I also find the plastic jelly mould in the shape of a rabbit. All I need now is a packet of jelly but I've been to the shops and I really don't feel like going again. I find a packet of orange jelly in the larder but
it has turned a nasty green colour. I think it is a Dead Jelly. Still we won't have time to make jelly till Monday so I will not worry about it anymore. I will put it on Monday's List, which I won't get to until after Sunday's List. I wonder how the boys will
feel about eating a rabbit shaped jelly, now that they have two pet rabbits of their own? Probably best to ask first?
Sam's birthday cake is made. I had bought enough chocolate fingers to encircle the cake
but Mr B came across the boxes in the fridge where I had hidden them and helped himself to Rather A Lot. As you know, it isn't easy just to eat one chocolate finger - you need a whole hand-full if not two. I am good at improvisation so I space the fingers
out around my cake. I try to secure them with strawberry jam but they keep listing at crazy angles. I tie a decorative ribbon around the cake and hope it will keep the chocolate fingers in order.
be here in half an hour. I need to lay the table, put the meat pie in the oven and the vegetables on to boil. My work is almost done.
Now for Playtime!