This year we met up in Kings Lynn. I left on the Thursday and went to stay with one friend at her new house in Hitchin. Very nice it is too, even if there are rather a lot of stairs! We had an excellent meal out in the town in the evening.
Friday morning we had a wander round the town, so I had a better idea of it and then had lunch and after that we were picked up by another friend who was taking us up to Kings Lynn. We went to look at “his” charity shop first – the people there say they have only seen him working there once! Then to his house and had a cup of tea. His wife came back from work and only had time for a very quick cup of tea and to finish her packing before we set off.
The road up was quite busy and finding the hotel and the way in was not that easy either. The sat nav seemed to take us to the back….. We found our rooms and then made our way to the pub where others had gathered for an evening meal. We moved a table and weren’t the last to arrive. Food, drink and lots of chat and noise followed…..
The following morning we had a guided walk round Kings Lynn given by a friend of the people who organised the weekend.
I was so busy taking photos that I missed the introduction (and various other bits) so the history didn’t make much sense to me – whoops!
I picked up that this was supposed to be King John’s sword, but couldn’t have been because of the dating and I did like some of the wonderful old buildings, quite a few of which were merchants’ houses. I think they were profits from exporting wool and corn from the port – if I remember rightly? The town was also part of the Hanseatic League in mediaeval times.
I also liked……
….and the high tides. Clever!
We didn’t block the roads all the time we were listening.
I did quite like the idea that a salesman is supposed to have suggested that……
And I thought this………
We came out near the river at one point.
We looked at several courtyards with old buildings round them and finished up at…..
After that we split into groups/pairs/whatever, depending on what we wanted to do. Four of us decided to take the Coast Hopper bus to Hunstanton – 3 of us having bus passes! When we got there we took the land-train to the lighthouse at Old Hunstanton – mostly because it was due to arrive at about the time we got there. We then walked back along the beach.
The cliffs are interesting with the layers of colours.
They were presumably laid down in different ages and are limestone/chalk type, but I have never done any geology.
Looking out to sea, in the distance was…….
…..which would probably not be visible if the day had not been clear. Looking at the picture, I wonder if it was actually on land at the other side of the Wash rather than at sea? When we got back to the main town we found one café open and it could provide all of us with what we wanted – different for each of us! Then it was back to Kings Lynn by the bus and time to get ready for the evening meal.
Some people dressed up really smartly – unlike the usual jeans and T-shirt.
We had to walk to the restaurant, which was beside the river. The sun was just about setting as we got there……
The meal was very pleasant – with lots of the usual chat. I was so busy eating and talking that I forgot to take the photos until we were about to leave!
From there some of us went back to the Customs House where there was a light show depicting the history of Kings Lynn. Some of it was hard (impossible?) to interpret but other parts were more obvious, like……
Then it was back to the hotel.
Next day, after breakfast, we checked out and then went on to do different things – some going straight home, but quite a few of us going on to the grounds of the Sandringham Estate. My friend and I were getting a lift back with different people and that is where we went. We had coffee there and some of us had a wander round and then had lunch – meeting up with various of the others for that. Some of them had looked round the house, or what they were allowed to see, but the general consensus was that it wasn’t really worth the money – the grounds are free! We had managed to grab a table, which was good as it was busy as it was another wonderful warm, sunny day.
After lunch it was back to Hitchin, to show the people who gave us a lift the house. After they left we had the evening there and the the next day it was home for me.
So – a good weekend? Yes, I would say so! I think I managed to get an answer from everyone to my question of the year – “What have you done that is new this year?” Apart from the moved house (x3) and the arranging weddings and the new grandchild there were some interesting answers – even if I wouldn’t want to repeat all of them here – Hugh!
The slugs (and snails) have decimated my garden this year. They ate 3 of the 6 plants I bought for my new rockery,
the flowers and then the leaves from the red and white dahlia I bought, most of my salad leaves, some of my radishes, the tops of all my carrots (actual carrot, not just the leaves)
and even the chives that came up. Slug pellets seem to have had no effect at all, so I have started a war.
Whenever I see a snail it gets squashed or stamped on and slugs get cut in half or squashed. This has not had much effect, so when it has rained I now go on a slug hunt.
If they are crawling across the path they are……
……and moved to somewhere that is not the middle of the path.
If they are on the soil they are……
…….joining previous victims. They don’t actually stay there long. I have seen other slugs crawling on them (are they cannibals?) and if it is not the slugs it is the ants who tidy them up.
Small slugs are harder to see, but easier to squash, as are the very small snails. I rather think the snails have been breeding…… Last winter was too warm and damp and didn’t kill enough off and I probably needed to clear up more leaves so there were less hiding places. I am going to have to hunt harder – the edges of the lawns seem to be one place the slugs go and the leaves of the shrubs harbour snails. I need to reduce the population more.
So am I winning? From the number I find when I am not even on a proper hunt, then I suspect the answer is no. Hope they don’t eat all my winter violas and my new cyclamen…..
This was the holiday that was (partly) paid for by the cancellation of the singing holiday. I had chosen three nights, so 2 days of walking, at Lulwoth Cove. This was partly because it is my closest hf house – only 1½ hours drive away, so ideal for a short break – and I was also curious to see if the hotel had improved since last year.
There were no problems getting there and the hotel had changed and did seem improved. The area manager was in charge so all the staff were up to scratch and the food was good and up to standard. As I arrived mid week I was a bit surprised that they still had the welcome cream tea at about 4.30 and also the introductory walk at about 5.00. Ate too much and did do the walk even though it was the same as last year – but then I needed to walk off the tea a bit, before the evening meal, which was a barbecue as the newcomers, like me, would not have had a chance to choose a meal from the menu. There were quite a few people who came half way through the week and about half of them were new to hf as well.
In the evening there was an “outdoors” quiz, with various activities, but I had a look at it and opted out – partly because it was supposed to be in teams and I hadn’t sorted out who wanted team members and partly because I thought it was beyond my capabilities!
The second day, Thursday, I opted for the easy walk as usual. We were last off the coach at Langton Matravers and headed for the coast.
We then walked down to Dancing Ledge, which used to be a quay for the boats taking away the rocks from the quarries. I think it was called Dancing Ledge because of the way the waves “danced” on the rock. We had elevenses there.
We continued along the coast, and noted some of the flowers, which we decided must be knapweed, but with very short stems because of the wind/proximity to the sea/other environmental conditions? We passed……
……..until we came to Durlston Castle. This was built in Victorian times, specifically as a tourist attraction. There were good views and we had lunch there. Probably the most noticeable thing was the large stone globe. The stone was quarried locally, transported to London to be made and the 14 (I think) pieces transported back again!
After lunch we headed towards Swanage……
…….getting good views of…….
…..and distant views of ……
We walked along the front …….
…..and then had time in the town for a cup of tea and a wander before the coach picked us up.
In the evening we had the hf quiz. My team were not brilliant, but we didn’t come last, which was encouraging!
The next day I again chose the easy walk (what a surprise) and we got off the coach first, for a change. The first part of the walk was through the countryside, past clumps of trees and around the edge of hills. We reached the coast at …….
…….and had elevenses in……
…….which overlooked the sea. We looked round the church before we left – they do have services there, about once a month.
We then went onto the coastal path with the sea on one side and downland on the other.
There were wild flowers – toadflax, harebells, scabious among them – and butterflies and birds. It was very enjoyable on a lovely sunny day. We saw a crow chasing off a kestrel, in a place where our easy walk deviated from the coastal path, so as to avoid some of the ups and downs. The route wasn’t that clear and in one place we could only get back onto our path by climbing a quite high gate. Some of the older walkers did well to do that! We then saw an enormous toadstool.
We had lunch at a place called “Scratchy Bottom” (I think), overlooking Durdle Door. The sun was hot, the view wonderful and at one point a kestrel hovered almost over us and maybe about 10 foot up? It was great and the only trouble was that we spent too long there and the ground was hard………
When we eventually moved on we saw……..
……and were not only able to all walk past it, quite close, and …….
……but we even saw it fly a short distance, catch something small, return to the post and stay as we moved on and other people came to photograph it too.
We then walked on to……
and passed it……
……and then back to Lulworth Cove.
As we had plenty of time, I could get an ice-cream and then worked on my “art work” for the “Pathways Fund”. We were given pieces of paper with this shape…..
…….and could, if we wanted, make it into a picture. These were then put out for others to see and people put money on them for the fund. The “winner” (no prizes, just the glory!) was the one with the most money. I decided it was a vase and collected petals and grass etc. to make this picture.
I thought it was quite good for someone with as little artistic talent as me. What is more, it came third! Someone thought I had used crayons and missed the fact it was petals stuck with sellotape. I think the winner made the shape into a teddy bear – but that really was artistic.
The evening was the party, with people doing their “turns” – mostly poems – and with country dancing.
The next day was the usual packing, goodbyes and then home.
So a good holiday? Yes, certainly. Too much good food (put on 1½ kg in 3 days!), good walks, interesting things to see, wonderful weather and good company. What more can one want?
The last room in the house to be done……. I put it off until last for good reason!
Several people asked why was I doing it, as it looked OK – which it did superficially. Looking more closely, there were……
……and the grill didn’t work and the tops of the cupboards were exposed and got dusty!
So I went down to the local kitchens and bathrooms firm and got a young man there to design and measure and order and sort out the workmen. After one failure of start date (I hadn’t got the estimates soon enough to be able to say “yes”) the young man who was doing most of the work, James, arrived on a Monday morning.
I had spent some time over the previous weeks removing everything from the kitchen – most of it in boxes to the spare bedroom. I also had to clear the dining room as that is where the units etc. were going to be stored. The fridge had been defrosted and then moved to a corner of the dining room. Everything I was likely to use was in the living room – including the dining table and microwave. Sofas had to be moved to accommodate these and smaller chairs moved upstairs. The washing up bowl and liquid and such like, were in the bathroom. Two friends had said I could use their washing machines…… Nothing was where it should be…… And then it got worse!
The first day a skip arrived, all the old units, sink and appliances were stripped out leaving the kitchen basically…….
The next day the gas man arrived to move a gas pipe and the electrician came to put in some sockets and move some wiring. The units also arrived and …….
During the rest of that week the units were built…….
This all created a lot of dust and noise. Good thing the weather was fine and warm so the sawing could mostly be done outside and having the doors and windows open was a good idea, to help keep a little cooler. The appliances arrived and were…..
……. prior to being fitted.
…….but the taps were not yet connected – so still no water downstairs.
The second week was spent…..
…..and painting; the electrician came back to complete the wiring – except the under-cupboard lights he had forgotten. He also moved the central light so one of the top cupboards could open properly. The appliances were put in place and……
The third Monday there were a few finishing off tasks such as…….
……. and making sure everything was tidy. I could then start putting everything back in cupboards, which had a few nifty little features, such as the top corner cupboard with……
….and bottom corner cupboards with….
I had chosen the flooring earlier and they came and measure for it on the Tuesday and fitted it on the Thursday.
Two weeks later (after the electrician and I had both returned from holiday) the under-cupboard lights were fitted…..
……and the next day my old fridge freezer was taken away, so I had all my rooms back! I was able to finish moving everything back to normal places and do a (reasonably) good clean.
A new blind was also chosen and measured for…… so it is just a matter of waiting for it to arrive and be fitted. And everyone had to be payed, of course.
Time for a few “before” and “after” photos……
So, has it been a good idea to get it done? Well, it looks good and at the moment everything is clean and pristine! How long will it stay like that?
The cooker is taking some time to get used to. Grilling sausages for the first time since I have been here set off the smoke alarms – just like in my old house! I think the grill needs to be a bit less hot. I am also still reaching for drawers that aren’t there and having to work out where I have put some things, but that will no doubt be sorted with time.
But yes, on the whole I am pleased with it.
Time for yet another holiday with hf holidays, but in the Cotswolds this time. The hotel is based at Bourton-on-the-Water, which is quite an easy drive for me. I even broke it up by stopping for lunch with my niece and family, so I did have a bit of time to play with my great-niece and nephew. That is always fun!
Having reached Bourton-on-the-Water I did have some problems actually finding the hotel, taking at least 2 wrong turnings. Discussions when I got there proved that I was not the only one! It is near the centre of the village, but set back a bit from the road, so the sign is not clear until one is actually opposite it. There were also so many people wandering round the village that it was hard to see anything – and to not run some over!
The room I was allocated was in an annex – Jubilee Cottage – which we were later told was originally the brewery for the big house! My room was quite odd, with……
…..so one had to be a little careful when getting up in a hurry or when stretching. Even more odd was that the floor was on a slope….
This was mostly fine during the day but gave an odd sensation when getting up in the dark at night. It also meant that the bed…..
…….so that it was horizontal and one didn’t fall out of bed!
There was afternoon tea on the first afternoon, so one could get to know a few people. Most of those I met seemed to be walking the Cotswold Way rather than doing Guided Walking, like me. That would have meant walking about 12 miles each day and I know I am not up to that. We had a guided walk round the town soon after the tea – quite interesting, but cut a little short as it started to pour with rain and none of us had thought to bring umbrellas or macs so we got fairly wet in getting back to the hotel. Then dinner and afterwards quizzes for those who wanted to join in.
The next day, Sunday, after a cooked breakfast and picking up our packed lunches – lots of choice – we met in the Boot Room, at the appropriate time for our walk. I had decided on the medium walk of about 7 miles. It poured with rain all morning and my lower half was soaked to the skin within an hour. My boots proved to be not very waterproof, but then I had suspected that. We did a circular walk starting and finishing at the hotel and going through the villages of Clapton-on-the-Hill and Little Rissington. The rain did stop and the sun came out at about the time we had lunch, which was a relief and gave us a chance to dry out a bit. We came back via lakes formed in old quarries, but we could hardly see them as they were fenced off. We got back very early – much earlier than would normally be expected – because we had not stopped much in the morning as the rain obscured views and made waiting anywhere somewhat unpleasant. I found I could squeeze water out of my socks with ease…… The heating and fans were on full in the boot/drying room that evening, and much newspaper was used in pairs of boots!
After dinner that evening we had a quiz about numbers – basically choosing a number that seemed appropriate for various things like the length of the Fosse Way, the cost of some shopping, the population of the Cotswolds…… My team did very badly – we were bottom by a long way!
On the Monday we all got the coach at about 9.30 and the various walks were dropped off at different times. I did the easy walk this time – again about 7 miles. We were dropped off in the village of Ilmington and I think it was there that we went into the church and searched for the carved mice. Even after finding the list of where they were, I think we only found 6 of the 11 (or so). We then walked on and up hill and gained some good views.
We passed Foxcote House – no-one seems to be able to name the owner who comes for a few days a year for the partridge shooting. Nice house; gardeners working hard. We also passed this parish boundary stone.
The end of the walk was in Chipping Campden, where we arrived before any heavy showers. As we were quite early, we had plenty of time to look round……
I was close to this when it started to rain very heavily, so I sheltered inside, along with quite a lot of other people.
When it seemed to let up a bit I made a dash for the bank, but just as I came out again the rain came down even more heavily so I got soaked in getting to the tea shop. They didn’t seem to mind too much and the rest of the easy walkers mostly seemed to be there.
Having dried out a bit I went on a postcard hunt…….. before getting the coach back to the hotel at about 5.0 pm. After dinner in the evening we had a talk with slides, about the Cotswolds. The speaker had some interesting anecdotes, but went on a bit too long. He could have done with some editing!
The third day of walking, I again chose the easy walk. It was supposed to be seven miles again, but I suspect it was a bit less. We started in the village of Little Barrington and walked to the village of Westwell, looking inside the churches in both places. We noted some of the tombs we had been told about the previous evening, where the…….
……is supposed to represent a roll of wool and indicates the tomb of a wool “baron”. We walked on to the village of Holwell, but instead of looking in the church had a look at the war memorial. It apparently contains the number one taken form the clock at, I think, Ypres.
We continued walking, through a hamlet whose name I can’t remember – Stirrup, maybe? There continued to be views and typical Cotswold stone buildings and the dry stone walls typical of the area.
Lunch was sitting on a hay bale in a barn, in case it rained. Naturally it didn’t then – but started as soon as we left. None of the rain was very heavy, so we got damp rather than wet. We finished in the town of Burford and had plenty of time for me to have an ice-cream, look at the old buildings……
……shelter from the rain in an art gallery, where I loved some of the pots, but they were not practical to bring home, and still have time for a cup of tea, before getting the coach at 5.0 pm.
After dinner that evening there was a music quiz, which I backed out of – my knowledge of music for quizzes is about zero, as I have found in the past. I went and read my book instead.
The next morning was breakfast, packing and then driving home – which took almost exactly 2 hours.
So was it a good holiday? Well, I can’t say it was brilliant. Getting soaked 3 times in three and a half days didn’t help! I also found the countryside and the walks a bit “samey” and so a little boring. The large family of Americans, who really only wanted to talk to each other and who weren’t really interested in the churches or history or the flora and fauna didn’t help, either. The food was excellent, though – I didn’t have a single poor dish. It might explain how I put on 1 kg in the 3 days!
This was, sadly, for a friend I have only recently got to know. She came on the choir trip to Cornwall last summer and I got to know her there and at choir, where she had a good voice and helped to keep me singing roughly the right notes. She also encouraged me to keep trying! Apart from that we had a few phone calls.
She had been ill since I have known her – fighting breast cancer – but since Christmas she had been ill and in hospital every time we had a holiday from choir, but then was soon back at rehearsals. After Easter she told a few of us that she had been told there was no more possibility of chemotherapy and then we didn’t see her after the half term in summer, when she was again in hospital.
She did come out of hospital after that and was staying with her daughter, as she and her husband were having their whole house painted! She had no energy, however and was not able to get up and get ready in time to get to choir. I did speak to her on the phone and arranged for a card to be sent from the choir.
A short time after term ended her husband phoned to say she was in the hospice – at her own choice. I did try to get to see her twice, but failed and she died about a week later. The funeral was about a week after that, at the crematorium. So many people attended that there was not room for everyone and there were quite a lot of us standing in the entrance hall. That was really good and showed how well liked she was and how active in various roles. She was very involved with the local amateur dramatic group and I think a lot of people came from that. About 9 of us came from the choir – 4 of us altos like she was.
The minister had obviously never met her, but the eulogy was very good and said a lot about her and how positive she always was. The final music was “Always Look on the Bright Side of Life” by Eric Idle, and that was a rather good summary of how she was.
So, although I didn’t like the fact that it was necessary, I am glad that I went, to show my respects and fondness for her.
The daughter of my housegroup leaders was getting married, so all the housegroup members got an invitation to the service. Then some time later there was a phone call – would I be prepared to help serve, but mostly clear away, the cakes and drinks that were to be available after the service and before people left for the reception? This is a good way to keep people occupied while photographs are being taken outside the church. I had done this for another woman in our housegroup and so I said “yes”.
So, I got to the church at about 12.15 and joined the other lady who was mixing the Elderflower Cordial that was to be served. The mini cup-cakes were already out on stands.
The glasses were also out already, so I just had to help fill and put out the jugs of drink. Then it was a matter of watching people arrive and directing a few people to the to the toilets.
The weather had been a bit showery and the heavens opened just as the bride’s car arrived! She waited in the car until it stopped, then there were some photos taken before the bride entered – following her 4 bridesmaids and small flower girl. The service was lovely – very personal, with music, prayers, talk all done by family members from both sides.
I slipped out just before the end and made sure everything was ready.
When people came out of the service we actually served quite a few glasses of water, as it was quite warm and people seemed quite thirsty. There was time for 2 or 3 of my ex-pupils to come and re-introduce themselves – not surprising as the bride was from the school where I taught, although I managed to avoid teaching her. Then there were the necessary photographs…….
The wedding party then left for the reception, and we were left with a lot of glasses to put through the dishwasher and then into boxes. There were also a lot of empty cupcake cases and everything else had to be put into the other woman’s car. She found some young men to help with that! We finished at about 3.30, I guess and I was a bit more tired than I expected. I must be getting old!
So would I do it again? Probably, but I don’t think there is anyone else in our housegroup likely to get married……
Well, I thought it was about time! It was at least 4 years since I had my eyes tested and although I kept talking about it, somehow it never happened. On mentioning it to a friend she “encouraged” me to get on with it, but then I had unintentionally given her the impression that my eyesight was worse than it is.
So down to the optician and made an appointment, which I kept! On turning up, after the initial taking details and horrible tests (like the ones where they photograph the retina and blow a puff of air into ones eyes) the eye-test proper was done by a lady from our church. I didn’t even know that was her job! She seemed to do the test competently and wrote out the prescription and passed me on to someone else to help me choose frames and then get the relevant measurements done. An appointment was made to pick up the new ones in 2 weeks. I had to pay, of course and chose to pay it all rather than just a deposit , saves time.
I picked up the new glasses 2 weeks later and had them adjusted. I then went back in each of the next 2 days to have minor adjustments so that they were comfortable.
The interesting point was that no-one noticed I had new glasses until I pointed them out! OK, so they are quite similar, but one would have expected some people to notice. I have decided it is (might be?) because of the “change blindness” I am learning about in my most recent MOOC. This is when people don’t notice a change e.g. people who are similar but not the same, for witnesses to a crime (the subject of the MOOC). The example they gave was one similar to this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWSxSQsspiQ
Would you have noticed the change?
So are the new glasses a good thing? I certainly hope so, for the amount they cost! I can see, so that must be OK.
I am starting to think that it is me……..
Monday, a friend cancelled our dog walk and lunch as her grandson had broken both collar bones and she was going to be needed as support and help for both her daughter and grandson.
Tuesday, at choir, we were told that the end of term concert was cancelled – our leader was just too tired. I have mixed feelings about that – I am not that keen on concerts, but I was going to invite some friends to this one. I also wondered if there was any point in continuing to learn the songs if there is no concert, but we are apparently going to work on new material for the concert in December. We have been told that we will sing the ones we had been doing on the last meeting of the term and share some of the readings, but I am not sure about that either.
Then on Thursday I was told that a party I had accepted the invitation to had also been cancelled. The people holding the party found that there were rather a lot of other things happening on that evening and another of their work colleagues had also got a birthday party. I am always a bit wary about saying “yes” to party invitations, too!
So what now? I am definitely feeling like a Grumpy Old Woman and a bit fed up. I will have to think of some more interesting things to do!
Who wouldn’t go to a 4th birthday party at a farm when they are invited? Certainly not me, especially as it was for my elder great-niece, J. Even though it was the day after I returned from my holiday I wanted to be there – the washing and unpacking could easily wait!
The party was at Roves Farm which is sort of on the way to my niece’s, so I had to look it up and find my own way there. In theory this was easy, in practice it is fairly remote and involves travelling through winding country lanes, over quite a lot of farm track (not made up, potholes….) and so I did wonder if I had got lost and missed a sign. I hadn’t and got there OK – but before the rest of the family!
As people were arriving the children went to play in the play area: ball pools, bouncy castle, toy tractors, climbing frame thing (including a “rabbit warren”, where one could climb around inside!), slides etc. I could have gone on too, but one had to wear socks and no shoes and I had put on the shoes that didn’t need socks as the weather was warm. Very disappointing!!!
After a while we were called together for the planned activities. The man in charge knew J – they have been there quite a lot, I think – and soon knew me, too. Whoops – drawing attention to myself again! We started off by going to the barn where we could stroke and feed the animals.
So after feeding goats and stroking rabbits and guinea pigs and chicks and a gosling and looking at the llama and the backside of a pony (it had deliberately turned its back to us) we all washed our hands and went to get into the trailer for the trailer ride.
The tractor pulled the trailer (a bit bumpy!) to the woods, where we got into groups and were given instructions and made “mouse houses”.
Do you note how much tidier the houses made by the girls were?!!
We then moved to a slightly different part of the woods where there were some corrugated sheets of iron placed down. The man in charge lifted each in turn and we looked to see what was underneath. Apart from various slugs….. there was a lizard under one and a vole, with its nest, under another. The vole ran away fast – who can blame it with all those small children! The sheets were put back down and we were careful not to tread on them.
It was then time for the trailer ride back to the main building where my niece and husband and his parents had put out the food. The children sat down and ate and the adults sort of supervised and also ate, mostly standing up! When the children had finished, they mostly went to play on the climbing equipment, again.
It was then time for CAKE – made by my niece’s husband. (I gather one orders the top from the internet.)
The cake was taken to the birthday girl and we all sang.
The candles were blown out (with a bit of help) and everyone had some cake, or it was wrapped up and added to the party bag.
The children continued to play and were gradually taken away by their parents and it was then time to go back to my niece’s house. I followed my nephew as I was afraid of getting lost in the country lanes – there was a place to turn right I thought I might miss. Hard finding somewhere to park with 6 family cars around!
The children played a bit and J opened some more presents – although some were saved for her actual birthday on the Wednesday. D also had a few presents (as people are kind to big brothers) and as they were mostly Lego he was kept busy putting it together.
It was then time for a meal – again made by my niece’s husband. Then it was time to go home……..
So did I have a good time? Yes, absolutely. Great fun. I wonder what we did for my 4th birthday – not go to a farm, I am sure. BIG THANKS due to my niece (who did really well, considering that she was not feeling too good) and her husband, who provided a great day. I don’t suppose I will get to many more 4th birthday parties!