Adopted Grandchildren, Doctors, Dentists, Pharmacies, and Priceless Art

Young J has not been feeling too well again, and has had to miss some swimming. I had to take her to the doctor yesterday and then collect a prescription. That adds to the fact that earlier in the week I had to get the (incredibly deep-rooted) remains of a tooth out. My re-built-up ones no longer have enough original tooth to hold onto, so I’ll have to get yet another fake fang.  I swear the root went past my eye and attached itself to the inside of my skull, though! Then I had to go to the doctor and back to the pharmacy for an infection that had set into my hand where a substantial chunk of sawn-off tree had decided to bounce up and down on it instead of falling to the ground.  I seem to spend my life on antibiotics  . . .

An original J that she produced for fun. No doubt galleries worldwide will be clamouring for it.

As a complicating factor, we had some spare grandkids to contend with. A netball tournament featuring visitors from a top Johannesburg school had us hosting two Grade Four players. What utterly delightful young girls! Pretty, vivacious, polite, helpful, intelligent and articulate. The looked like sisters, but are actually best friends.  It was quite an adventure for them, because they haven’t really done sleep-overs at home before, so this was really jumping into the deep end!

We were expecting a home inspection and a fourth degree and research into our history back to stone-age stages before being allowed to host, but apparently our own kids being at the school they attend acts as its own recommendation. Teacher daughter K in UK was astounded; she said that if something like this was to be organised over there at all  it would be accompanied by enough red tape to tie up the whole school.

Only two nights were spent with us, but it is amazing how much we and the kids miss them after that short time. I felt like messaging the parents: ‘Can we keep them?’

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