New Year

Here we are at 2016, the beginning of another year.  After more than a week of jollification, cooking and preparing delicious food, we are now getting back to old clothes and porridge.

The highlight of the Christmas holidays was the day when my three grown-up grandchildren came to visit, bringing my three little great-grandsons.  It seemed so appropriate to have a baby in the house at Christmas and to have three brought three times the joy.  Jack, Beau and Lucas met each other for the first time.

I am very fortunate to live to this age and to see these so-welcome additions to the family.

Today is rather a grey day but still not unduly cold.  A & M have been tidying the garage and various treasures have come to light, including my mother's set of brass-topped dominoes and two dolls - a present from Czech Folk Dancers from the 1960s.

I have been listening to my audio book - an account of a wartime diary.  For the first time ever I read about the ringing of church bells on November 15th 1942, the day Ernie and I got married.  Church bells had been silent for 3 years only to be rung if there was a German invasion, but after the relief of El Alamene in North Africa it was a great victory and a turning point in the war, so on that Sunday church bells were rung.  (It sounds unusual to be married on a Sunday, but during the war one got married whenever one's fiance had leave, and by then Ernie was training for aircrew.)