Two plump pigeons are wandering around the Room Outdoors, pecking away industriously at the decking. I have to say that, thanks to the last ten days, they are enjoying Rich Pickings. Or, even, peckings.
Over the long winter months it was just too cold to eat outside; now, with the approach of summer and the prospect of warmer days ahead, the Room Outdoors is coming into its own again
as a place of entertainment and hospitality. Hence the number of tasty crumbs left over from various meals we have enjoyed with friends and family. Plus a good many “tasty crumbs” of family gossip for this and future Daily Blogs, of course.
Last summer Mr B and I welcomed so many visitors to join us in our Room Outdoors. Built, as regular readers will remember, to enable me to get Mr B out into the garden in
his wheelchair, my Foursome tell me frequently that it was one of my very best improvement projects. In saying this, they kindly refrain from mentioning the many well-meaning ideas I have had for improving Mr B’s quality of life which have turned out
to be dismal, and often costly, failures. But there you are, you see: perseverance pays off. Eventually.
First visitors this year were our son and his family from
Wales, arriving late on the Friday before last after a day spent decluttering their house ready for the estate agent to bring potential buyers to view. I did remind My Boy of the day he and his sister, Youngest of the Darling Daughters, were charged with a
similar task in their younger days, in the unavoidable absence of both parents. They complied by pushing everything that shouldn’t have been left about under the beds - clearing the house of what my dear mum always called “toot” so expertly
that the house sold that very same day. We rewarded them, of course - but they weren’t impressed when they heard how much the estate agent was paid in comparison.
It was Our Boy who persuaded his Dad out into the Room Outdoors while the Darling Daughter-in-Law and I were enjoying ourselves at an activity park called Flip Out (which I kept referring to as “Flip It”, “Flip Art” or, on at
least one occasion, “Flip Chart.”) When I say we were enjoying ourselves, we weren’t actually bouncing on the trampolines or tackling the Ninja Assault Course, you understand - we left such exhausting pursuits to the Welsh Boys while
we concentrated our considerable efforts on companionable conversations over cups of coffee in the café.
It was a weekend of long, seafront walks, a Saturday
takeaway curry, a delicious Sunday roast dinner (cooked by Our Boy in between looking after his Dad while we were out) and a late trip to the Amusement Arcade to see if anyone could walk away with more money than they went in with. Plus, lots of conversations
including (of course) my early morning chats with Young Morgan before everyone else has risen from their beds. Occasionally, depending on how early it is, my eyes may close. “You’ve gone all quiet, Nanna!” he remonstrates. Guilty as charged,
I open my eyes…
My Little Sister messages me midway through the weekend to remind me that I haven’t, as yet, responded to her suggestion that
she and her Fella should visit us sometime over the Easter Holiday. The added attraction to this suggestion is that our brother from far-off Scotland is staying with her for a few days so we could stage a mini Family Reunion. It’s too good an offer to
miss - but my head won’t cope with too much excitement all at the same time. “I’ll message you tomorrow…” I promise. Meanwhile the Middle and Youngest of the Darling Daughters are already planning their Easter Holiday visit….
Every visit is different and special in its own way. Some are more relaxing than others; some more, well, energetic; some conversations are about a shared childhood past,
others about Pokemon characters. I leave you to guess which is which.
I love and celebrate them all. Plus, the sun will be shining, the weather warm, the
Room Outdoors will come into its own.
Our resident pigeons will be SO happy. Just like me.