Some things are more important than blogging, or tweeting, or writing, or travelling ...
What!!!! Surely not - I mean, I'm a writer, and traveller - they are the core of who I am.
But this week my grandson is coming to stay. I have four grandchildren. I have seen the Taj Mahal, I tell them. But do I know the difference between a tinky-winky and a ninky-nonk? (No.) I've trekked in the Himalayas, I tell them. But can I do a back-flip-thing with a football? (No.) I've written a book, I tell them. Does it have pictures? (No.) I've been close to a tiger, I tell them. Then a daughter glares with a look that says don't you dare tell them about the tiger.
My grandson is five. His world is full of the wonder of playgrounds, of football, of ice cream and toy cars and lego. So, for a week, that is what my world will be full of too.
I will be gone for a few days. There really are more important things than blogging:
For this week my grandson is coming to stay.
You'll have to tell him about the tiger when your daughter isn't listening (sorry, Jo's daughter)! Hope you have a lovely few days. x
ReplyDeleteCouldn't agree with you more. Have a fabulous week. It's what keeps us young!
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely week :)
ReplyDeleteEnjoy his visit! You will be an expert on Lego Star Wars at the end of it and can tell us all about it. It is about time I learned...
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and Christopher having loads of fun together. Big love to you both xxxxx
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ReplyDeleteI figure If you can't appreciate the little things in your own yard, odds are poor that seeing the great sites will help you much.
Kids are great at keeping that sort of thing on the table.