Maid Day, M’aidez!

For her birthday yesterday, her mother gave granddaughter Rhiannon a hoverboard. Trying to bump her off? Amazing how quickly she was tootling up and down on it. I want to have a go. We gave her the onesie, for which the weather is still far too warm.

My day yesterday consisted of a visit to the dentist for a filling, then a visit to Oncology for checkup and drip (progress is good) and then delivering my buggy for panel beating after the recent incident. At least I got collided into by the car of a true gentleman, who transferred the full cost of repair without quibble. Then I was ready to blog, but my internet access wasn’t. It now goes off every time I want to use it, like morning or early evening, and only gives access at awkward times. This is something new; following a regular pattern.

This morning we went to watch the school of a friend of grandkids put on a drum majorette display and mini-fete,

A colourfully bouncy scene.

Then, just because they didn’t need to except for fun, the kids went swimming. One would think that daily squad practices woud be enough for them.

Finally I spent until dark replacing the first of two rusted portapool supports, having to use many ingenious levers and props to do the job.

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