A Christmas of elderly parents, lovely boys, family and an old dog. We arrived home yesterday after quite an intense few days. My Mum is getting increasingly repetitious and starting to show other signs of mental dis-engagement. My Father is mentally very alert with complete recall and knowing what's going on but because he can't hear and is increasingly getting frailer, he worries about Mum terribly. But they are a marvelous couple and my Father's love for my Mother is a testament to their long lives together. My Mother loves my Dad dearly but is more self focused and just assumes he will be there to sort out everything.
And then my beautiful boys - giants against their grandparents, wonderful, laughing, considerate, unselfish - 4 days with your Mother and Grandparents is quite a big ask - I never hesitated - just assumed - makes me feel very proud. Robbie is going to go over weekly to Mum and Dad's - which was welcomed by Dad in particular.
Saw all my sisters and all my nieces and one nephew and generally had a very warm and precious Christmas. Don't know how many more we will have in Grove Park - so I did treasure this one.
Franja and Jan arrived late last night and I can hear them stirring so will blogg more later in week.
