Tuesday was a truly splendid day - and I rather suspect it meant different things for all those of us fortunate enough to be involved.
For Mr B it was the Great Outdoors. For our Son-in-Law (Rules Is Rules) it was all about the barbecue. For the Middle of the Darling Daughters it was all about making sure my Early Birthday Celebrations came up to expectations. For the Rascally Trio
it was all about the bubble wands, the hose-pipe fountain and accurately depicting our afternoon on Mr B’s whiteboard. For the Flowerpot People (“Our People”, as the Trio call them) it was all about just whereabouts in the garden they would
end up. For the poor ginger kitten who was silly enough to venture into our back garden it was all about the Sheer Terror of trying to survive the loving attentions of the Trio. I imagine I need to explain?
Let’s start with Mr B. Up until now it has been impossible for me to get him and his wheelchair out into the back garden - hence the Room Outdoors Project, due to get underway in just under two weeks now. The presence
of Rules is Rules meant he could erect the heavy ramp and wheel my fella outside so that he could join in all the fun outside rather than looking out from inside the patio doors as for past celebrations. The fresh air not only added immeasurably to his daily dose of Vitamin D but also meant that he slept like a baby later on.
Next, the barbecue. Our visitors had come equipped
with burgers, baps and salad for our dinner, intending to cook in the kitchen now that “indoors” is allowed for limited numbers. This was until our eagle-eyed Son in Law spotted our old barbecue rusting away at the end of the garden. Rust didn’t
matter, he told me - it would all be burnt off anyway. So long as the actual grill was clean (he had found it tucked behind the sofa in the garage and it was spotless) then our ancient rusting barbecue was perfectly serviceable. You could hear the satisfaction
in his voice as he hauled the Rusty One into position. When it comes to barbecues, he is possibly the best there is, being organised, patient and not to be hurried by The Hungry awaiting their food.
As for the Middle of the Darling Daughters, why it really mattered that she made my pre-birthday celebration special - and indeed she did. From the floral bouquet, to the many surprises including an arrangement of rainbow
cupcakes topped by pink candles and hand-drawn birthday cards from each of the Trio, depicting various seaside scenes, mostly involving ice cream. It’s taken a while but they finally seem to have moved on from Christmas, though I guess it will return
in time. Lilia’s drawing showed me and her together - it looks as if she has leapt into my arms. This might have been a trifle risky in real life but fortunately for both of us, my alter ego caught her safely.
As far as the Rascally Trio is concerned, you can probably guess at the excitement of the bubble wands and hose-pipe fun - what you really want to know is how did the ginger kitten figure in all this. The first I knew about
our feline intruder was when the Trio came asking for milk. In a saucer. Or, failing that, a bowl. A poor kitty, they said, was trapped in the jungle of bushes at the bottom of the garden and required a full-scale rescue operation which they were only too
eager to undertake.
I went to investigate and yes, indeed, there was a kitten in the bushes. I explained to the would-be rescuers that cats were pretty good, generally
speaking, at extricating themselves from tricky situations but the Trio were having none of it. I also pointed out that it is never a good idea to pick up a cat which isn’t known to you and which might scratch you. I left the Trio, watching Ginger (as
we imaginatively named the kitten) lap up the milk they had set before him, assuming they had been listening to me...
Poor Ginger, he didn’t know what
was about to befall him. The next we saw, he was haring across the garden, the Animal Rescue Team in hot pursuit. Is it possible, do you reckon, to love just a little too much?
I know what you are wondering: what was it all about for me? To which I can only respond - with complete honesty as befits the Daily Blog - All The Above.
mostly, for me, it was All About The Hugs...