quiet house

Tonight E and S came to pick up the boys from us after a super weekend with our wonderful grandsons. C slept with baby G in his travel cot bed in our room; I slept with S in his old room – it was something that happened often when I crashed out reading his bedtime stories when he lived with us. Of course we had disturbed sleep a little; that’s the lot of the parent/gp and it’s amazing how it catches you out after a couple of nights. Plus of course the kids are pretty demanding of your attention and time. We’re feeling pretty jaded but elated to have had some quality time with the boys. The weather was lovely and clear but so very cold this week-end that we couldn’t take the boys out for longer than half an hour or so. So it’s been largely indoors entertainment. We got v close to seeing G take his first crawling steps(?) but he wouldn’t do it. Next time we see him we’re sure he’ll be on the move.

S was pretty goosed when he came up tonight – he and our other son-in-law ‘I’ had done the Brighton half marathon this morning and I think it’s taken more out of him than he expected. But both the guys did significantly better times than last year and I’m proud of them. After all these years of Girls Aloud it’s nice to have some Boyzone news. (Daughter E actually had some fascinating news – a friend of hers was featured on the front page of today’s Mail on Sunday. It’s all too rock and roll in Brighton for us). Tonight the house is back to quiet and tidy….and a little bit empty again.


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About Paul

Having decided on a change of life by moving home from the UK to Italy, this is the story and thoughts of a man on a personal journey from the Blackpool Tower to the Leaning Tower of Pisa, in search of la dolce vita. After several olive harvests he's now back in London but en route he shares his very personal perspectives on life.

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