If you’ve been following this blog for a while you may remember that at the end of August I had a family meal, inviting sundry cousins and my only surviving aunt to come for Sunday lunch. I don’t do this very often as I usually work on Sundays so I am very grateful for the invitations which those same relations issue to me.
But this Sunday I have booked a day off and once again I have invited the family for a meal. Ive started the preparations already because these days I tire easily and I want to do the minimum on Sunday so I can enjoy the day. Tomorrow Jack is coming to help me with the heavy things like converting the sewing room back into a dining room and after that I shall be able really to look forward to Sunday.
And this Sunday will be very special for me. You see, of the six of us who will be sitting down, three of us have vivid memories of my Grandmother’s house and the other three are very interested. So I have printed out all the things which I wrote on this blog about that house and have given copies to my cousin and my aunt. Everybody is looking forward to an orgy of “Do you remember?”
And nobody can be looking forward to it more than me.