My daughter picked me up. with 4 children on board, aged 2. 6, 7 and 10 in her posy PT Cruiser to go to the fireworks at the rugby club. Bluffed our way in and paid one child short. (I had to pay so soddit). Try controlling 4 small children in the dark, in a crowd. Giving them lasers to play with, and sweets, only goes part of the way. Thank heavens, mine are in their 20s. The fireworks were great and the kids enjoyed them, and we found out we had cousins in town, thanks to daughter's partner. Plus friends of friends, and grandchildren of friends. After 12 years here, I am starting to get relationships which I never expected
One thing I have noticed about a small town: the longer you live there, the more people you get to know, and to be distantly related to. It's quite good, really.
I noticed my last two blogs had no comments, so feel free not to. I am happy to do something else between 20.30 and 20.40
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Talking to yourself is what blogging is all about. Anyway, I only ever get comments from old men on my blog ;-)
There are village fireworks here tomorrow night; Sam and I will go along. We don't know anyone in the village, and I don't know if I'll stay here long enough to change that, but one day I hope I'll be a part of a community the way you are.
Sweets and lazers.....exactly what Richard uses to keep me entertained :) Try a cuddly toy too, he whips out my teddy if I get too noisey.
TMI Claire!!
It's taken me 18 years to make friends in America! And they are nearly all British!!
Jane
Oi, Fluffy!
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