Gosh it's February already and I am way behind updating my blog. I meant to write just after Christmas then things happened and I never found the time to get stuck in! Time just seems to slip by so quickly and more so when you get older! Still here I am and I would like to wish you all a very belated happy New Year. That said, I will turn 75 this year and... um... well I just cannot find the answer as to where all the last 74 years have gone! Still I am blessed that I am still here to tell the tale (have I mentioned this before somewhere in this blog...). And, I have my darling grandsons who light up my life big time. Talking about grandsons, my son rang me this morning still full of cold which he developed over the past few days, and he sounded dreadful. His wife works weekends so he has the job of looking after their four sons. When I left him yesterday afternoon after he returned home from work, he looked under the weather....
Last week, I had the pleasure of looking after George (age 6), while his elder brother went off to the orthodontist . George, with all the seriousness of a future rock legend , informed me that for his next birthday—still a few months away—he wanted an electric guitar . Why? Because he was starting his very own rock band. Naturally, I asked if I could join. First choice: drums . "No," he said firmly. That was already reserved for Charlie (another brother). Alright then, what about guitar? "No," George replied. " Jack ’s doing that. And so am I." Fine, fine. Singing, then? A sharp shake of the head. Jack’s on vocals, too. Running out of options, I suggested the keyboard. At this, George rolled his eyes so hard I thought they might disappear into next week. "Nan," he sighed with all the patience of a true artist explaining life’s basics, "it’s a rock band ." So, I asked, “Well, is there any room for Nanny in this band of yours?” He chewe...