Letouttoplay

Life, photos but not the universe

Just flying by

to burble cheerfully a few moments.

We had a lovely Christmas at Youngest’s ending with watching the younger family dancing to the wii (?) after the children had gone to bed.  This may have been one of the funniest things I’ve seen for a while.

Lovely boxing day here and more madness and silly games.

It was a foregone conclusion but deeply pleasing all the same, that everyone loves Gorgeous Italian Girlfriend and she seems not to have been put off Eldest by his family but enjoyed herself, even coping admirably with the tendency of the Youngests to become incoherant and swear a lot (happily not aggressively) after the third or fourth bottle.   Mr Youngest indeed, laid his head on my shoulder late on in the evening and confided that it made him ****ing happy to see Eldest and GIGi so ****ing happy.*

Ah well, it’s all good.  They’ve nearly all gone home now and I’ve  taken Eldest and GIGi to a climbing wall in Reading.  Climbing is the new thing for Eldest and clearly he’s got GIGi on board.  Turns out there is a famous climbing spot just near GIGi’s family home in Italy, cliffs, seaside, mountains, all sorts.  Where they will be going in a couple of days.  We called at the climbing shop when I collected them from the train last week so that appropriate Christmas presents could be obtained.

Barney is making curry (no change there) and it’s momentarily quiet here.

It’s a funny thing that after years (most of my life really) of finding families a source of all kinds of stress and anxiety, all of a sudden they’ve become the ideal ‘comfort in our old age’ cliché.  Either that or I’ve lost so many marbles that I can’t tell the difference any more.

Here’s GIGi, doing the important thing that the person on the ground does while Eldest hurtles up the wall, apparently amazing the lad next along the wall, who really ought to be paying attention to what his partner is doing. (I expect so anyway)

And there’s Eldest, half way up.  Not exactly making it look easy but not making it look impossible though clearly it is.

Well it does look quite fun.  Possibly a bit beyond me though.

Now, due to a slight confusion about continental and English hours, Eldest is packing and Barney who is driving them to Stanstead tomorrow morning at an even more unseasonable hour than he’d expected has gone to sleep. GIGi has also been sent to sleep because she tells us, if she doesn’t get her sleep she’s very grumpy.  We don’t believe this.  Probably it will only be a problem for Eldest anyway if she is.

 

*That’s the condensed version

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December 28, 2011 - Posted by | Uncategorized

6 Comments »

  1. Only an Italian can look immaculate while climbing up a sheer wall. Happy new year.

    Comment by rosie | December 29, 2011 | Reply

  2. It looks like the set of Willy Wonka!

    Comment by Rog | December 29, 2011 | Reply

  3. Grown up children are the best thing ever, along with grandchildren. If we’ve got enough marbles to know that, we’re okay.

    Comment by Z | December 29, 2011 | Reply

  4. However an Englishman has the look of a bundle of old clothes and rope which is equally stylish don’t you think rosie?

    Oh that’s what it reminded me of Rog – a lot of chocolates stuck to a wall!

    Absolutely Z. I shall stop miscounting my marbles and chuck them all in a bag marked ‘Happy’.

    Comment by letouttoplay | December 29, 2011 | Reply

  5. HOLY cow……NO FREAKING WAY.

    I don’t care HOW pretty they look as they do it.

    O
    M
    G

    I’da thrown up…….
    Might just lookin’ at the photos….

    Comment by Mel | January 2, 2012 | Reply

  6. *Laughing* Good isn’t it Mel.

    Comment by letouttoplay | January 3, 2012 | Reply


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