I am pleased to have made it this far. Granddaughters have been with me since the weekend and my hip has had trouble keeping up with them. Lovely girls, though Miss Just Eight is a handful. Life exists for her benefit alone, although this is not an encouraged point of view at her home. She's a bubblehead and it finally dawned on me that although this may be an unconscious decision by her, it is a way of coping. She's the youngest. She's quite intelligent, but being an airhead means she pays little attention if it's hard. No, she doesn't do homework, said with a giggle and a shrug. She lost her homework book, so she just doesn't do it. No one expects her to do much as she's so airy fairy so she gets away with it. She's changing schools next year and I suspect this change may be a rude awakening for her.
They go home today. DIL called this morning and has taken them swimming for which they weren't prepared. They have a strappy top each and some shorts and it's hot. They'll be fine. She'll treat them to lunch, call back here and collect stuff and take them home. That is very welcome as son is having trouble fitting in things today as plane flights back from Brisbane keep changing.
I had an artfully posed photo of food from fruit and vege delivery. However, I can't find it in downloads and can't be bothered searching. This is a bell apple from far north Queensland. I had one in the delivery but could have bought more at 500 gm/$8. Expensive and I don't think I'll bother, but they are quite small and have little in the way of a core. It was very juicy but with an extremely crisp texture. I cut it into quarters. Miss 8 didn't like it, she's fairly conservative but Miss 10 and I enjoyed our pieces. She likes different foods and we have to be careful as she is definitely the coeliac. Gluten slips in all over the place in much food and she knows how ill it makes her. Hospital and all before her diagnosis.
Just look at this! we had a quiet day here yesterday. Nails are painted in assorted rainbow colours, lunch was a picnic on roof garden here and I showed them how to knit. It was all too much fuss for Miss 8 but her sister loved it. She watched me, I helped her do a row and she was off. Took it out to the balcony by herself and has now done about 15 cm of a scarf for a soft toy. She was so confident that by late afternoon she lay on the lounge with knitting on her chest. She knitted as she watched TV and did just fine. Her mum can knit so will be able to help her.
Another one joins the ranks!