This morning I waved goodbye to our two granddaughters, as Sam drove them off to board the ferry back to the mainland. Yes, Stevie is staying at the van in blissful peace for a few days. Sam will return when he finishes work for the weekend. It’s 27 degrees Centigrade, and here is the view I have over the English Channel from my bedroom window as I write this:
What a difference it’s been to when we were on holiday with our boys. Every morning there was an earnest debate between the two girls (ages 13 and 11) as to whether a top matched a pair of shorts or not. Our boys would grab the first pair of trousers and tee-shirt out of the wardrobe without even looking at it, but the girls’ clothes had to be just right before they would even consider wearing them.
Then came the worried…
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