I am off to London tomorrow to see family and hug my precious grandchildren. They have half term next week but they start this half term on Friday, seems a bit odd, but no matter so both grandmothers are meeting up and looking after Florence and Beatrice. I am getting there tomorrow and will be able to collect them from school which I always enjoy and we will go into the caff on the way home and have a drink and a cake and they will try and con me into buying them a jam doughnut which their mother does NOT allow and I dare not else I will be in trouble. But we won't tell grandma they say. Well I do not agree with encouraging children to keep secrets from their parents says she piously when the real reason is that I KNOW they will rush home and say mum mum mum grandma bought us a doughnut! Oh yes they will. They have landed me in the soup before and I am scared of being told off...
I am into this swimming lark. Yes I have joined a gym. Do not faint at the back. Not for the use of those ghastly machines that I swear will grab you and squash you and grind you to pulp if you let them, but for the pool which is heated and lovely. My back has improved no end since I started going. All of us in the pool are oldies and are all weird shapes and sizes and incredibly friendly. There is one elderly gentleman there who passes me in the lane as we both do our decorous breast stroke who always greets me with Hello Love which I find rather endearing.
Aqua aerobics this morning which is exhausting - being in water does not make it any easier - and I have now worked out that if I position myself by the steps I can hop out, well stagger out more like, quickly get through the shower, always on the hottest setting bliss, and then snag one of the small changing cubicles where you can shut the door and get dressed in privacy, before everyone else gets there. Compared to some ladies there I am Twiggy but I still do not wish to expose my flabby bits to them though I know full well they would not bat an eyelid.
Anyway reason for this ramble is that both grandparents are now going to take Florence and Beatrice swimming on Friday. When I was in Italy earlier in the summer the girls got really excited that Grandma was in the pool as they had never seen me swim before and we had a great time. I have a feeling though that Richmond pool may not be as warm as the one I am used to....
Just watched the Great British Bake Off and horrid to think we have one more episode and then that is that and it is going to Channel 4. I have gone right off Paul Hollywood cos he is staying with the show and moving across to The Dark Side. I should not, the bloke has every right to make a living but if he had declined and all four presenters said they would not go, Channel 4 might have thought twice about forking out so much money for it.
Ah well worse things happen at sea.
And on that cheerful note I will say goodnight to you all and go and snuggle down into my bed which now has a wondrous mattress topper on it and is just soooo comfy I never want to get up.