Look! Yesterday, sun rose in west,
With rabbits hopping everywhere –
Though, all in all, perhaps it’s best
I had no time all this to share.
I would have told of library
That comes to you, though there you go;
It moves its books across the sea
So reading skills go with the flow.
I might have told of daughter who
On that day twenty-one has turned
And how the time it has so flew,
And how to be with her we yearned.
I could have told of shelf-ish act,
Where bookcase large I built from scratch,
Although not quite correct, in fact –
From kit, the pieces there I’d match.
I might have told how, Christmas next,
Some snow in UK we may see,
Although, if not, we won’t be vexed,
As we in southern part will be.
Apart from sun and bunnies, though,
The whole of this is mainly true –
Though granddaughter’s* of age, you know –
An April-firster through and through.
On 31st March, after a visit to the Logos Hope floating library moored at N-Shed, we went to Royal Natal Yacht Club for a spot of supper. There, Younger Daughter happily announced that she has booked for all of us – she, young R and J, Much Better Half and self – to spend ten days over Christmas visiting Elder Daughter and fambly near Southampton. MBH and I, having studied our dwindling resources, had resigned ourselves to the reality that we would never see England again.
After it had been ascertained that this wasn’t an early and rather cruel April Fool stunt, tears and jubilation were the order of the day.