Spring! No, summer!

[ailbhe]

It's so warm that if Linnea was awake, I'd take her into the garden barefoot. It was over 16C when we left the house for the second time, at 10:30. We went swimming. The pool was being warmed by the sun streaming in the windows.

We're going to an NCT coffee afternoon now, but on the way home we're stopping in the park again - last time we stopped it was raining, but this is going to be even better.

Last night, Linnea walked along the pavement part of the way to our friends' house to deliver a first birthday gift - she walked about ten houses along, and although they're narrow terraced houses, that's pretty good going. I'm so proud I might burst :)

So now I need to find her some shoes that fit; her too small ones are too small, and one of the ones that definitely fits is in another friend's house, and her too large ones are a little too large. But I think that's what we're stuck with.

Leaving shoes behind is trivial. I went into town to buy groceries today and left the nappy changing bag behind. Luckily, she managed without a change, and as a side-effect I shopped quicker than I've ever managed before. It's nice to know I can do that, though I also like having the Kit That Broke The Spine on my back so that whatever I decide to do (in my wacky, spontaneous way *toss hair*), we're prepared.

(The author would like to note that belting out Tom Lehrer songs, even if seasonally appropriate, gets one Very Funny Looks while walking home under ten tons of baby food and lunch meat and cold remedies).

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"belting out tom lehrer songs.. ..gets one very funny looks...

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"..while walking home under ten tons..."
when lena married derek "bram" stokes, the reception was at
her parents' house - more of a de luxe, two storey houseboat- without-a-hull put up on brick piles, with the mains cabling dangling underneath, that - which was fine, as the guests were all friends, ex-es, and immediate family; and peter, lena's dad, was a superb chef; and he had a beautiful (if elderly) stereo system; not so fine, was he'd stopped buying pop music sometime in the very early fifties - or possibly the forties; and lena'd never bought records - that was what boyfriends are for (or one of the things... ;-) ); and i'd been asked to keep the music going, as tended to happen to yrs trly in those days...
the three obligatory fairly well-scratched beatles' lps and the
records that friends just happened to be taking the opportunity of coincidental proximity at the wedding to borrow (or return) aside, just about all of peter's record collection was either classical or jazz; and about three-quarters of it was on 78 - very little i'd heard, or even heard of: and most of what i did know, scarcely suited to the occasion. but then i spotted "An Evening Wasted with Tom Lehrer", iirc, and essayed sneaking just one of the tracks in, to see what might happem...
well, a rip-roaringly good time was had by nearly everyone, i'm happy to be able to report; this was in part due, indubitabubbly, to the celebratory champagne, as well as
to and to the lavish, and mostly gourmet spread peter'd knocked himself out to provide; and, not least, to the happy occasion itself; but it isn't every reception where the bride, the bridegroom, the bridesmaids, the best thing, almost all of the guests, and the father of the bride spend the last hour or so of the event carolling sweetly/belting out lustily/scaring the neighbourhood banshees with their attempts to sing along to "The Old Dope Peddler", "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park", "Lobachevsky", "Rikkety-Tikkety-Tin", and, possibly the most demanded for encore - it was a toss-up with "Poisoning Pigeons", "The Old Dope Peddler", and - "I Hold Your Hand in Mine"...

not quite all; derek's dad was quietly and happily sozzled, and no-one could understand a word he was saying - but this was normal; no-one could, when he was sober (he'd invented a secret language all of his own)(and only his own); lena's mum was drun^W ah, "tired and emotional" (also normal, outside of work hours); and derek's mum was looking as though she couldn't work out whether she was scandalised, or just thought she ought to be...