This weekend me and the mister 'house swapped' with our son. We spent Saturday night at their modern flat, cuddled up in a double bed (had forgotten that you have to turn in tandem.....very cosy) and Son, his girlfriend and my daughter, along with a group of Uni., friends had a get together at our house. There were blow up mattresses here and there, a night in town, bacon sandwiches this morning and a good time had by one and all. My daughter told me that her brother even danced at the club at one point last night... a boy who, as far as I know, doesn't do dancing........and has laughingly told me that I will only ever see him dance, maybe, on his wedding day. Seeing my boy with his 'home from Uni.,' sister, seeing the two of them together, laughing and sharing, was a joy.
Early this morning, the mister went for his usual swim. I stayed in bed and then got up and ate buttered toasted croissants. Hence the arse/belly/hips combo that I may have mentioned before.
I realised that perhaps there are only a short number of years before grandchildren. That I was not energetic enough for grandchildren. That I could not let my children, and their yet to be conceived and born children, down. That if I was too tired to think about being a Grandma now, I would truly be knackered if and when I was one.
So this is what my husband bought for me today.