The weekend has been very busy. After an empty house on Friday, the place has been inundated ever since. The "African" lot have been staying at Philip and Rosemary's and despite all Rachel's plans, her children have been housed out for two nights and were babysat last night so that the adults could go out to celebrate the 50th wedding anniversary in a private room, at a pretty posh restaurant in the village. Yesterday Hannah and James came to stay here with their four children and left mid afternoon today ... and because we could, there was a full family Sunday lunch here before that, today.
L to R: Anuerin, Idris, George, Alice, Kitty, Francesca, Henry, Emilia.
I opted not to go to church, but instead stayed home and prepared bulk number of potatoes, parsnips and French beans. Even managed to get the gas oven started, as instructed, at the right time for family to come home and put two chicken pies on ... and defrost the dessert. It's about the most useful I've been allowed to be, since arriving.
Tonight the routine of me getting the children to bed, getting them ready for school tomorrow and collecting them from school in the afternoon was due to begin. However Rosemary changed that by allowing Kitty to go home with them - leaving me with just Henry. (aged three). We've had a lovely time together. He is the sweetest wee man, very free with his kisses and a real wee communicator. He's told me he will come into my bed when he wakes up but was agreeable to being settled into his own room for starters.
Meanwhile Rosemary insists they are coming back to Rachel's house to look after the children, as of tomorrow - so it's clear she's not going to take advantage of my being here and makes me wonder why I did!
Rachel was given blood transfusions yesterday and Will managed to take her outside for the first time in five weeks. She's very tired, but due to commence chemo on Monday again, despite her operation wounds proving very slow to heal. She continues to (mostly) have a hand in organising all our activities and at this stage it looks as though I'll be given an audience with her next Friday.
I've managed to have a few chats with extended family members and had hoped, under the new regime, to meet up with a few of them here at Cirencester. That's been stymied with Rosemary constantly changing the goalposts but hopefully I can sort out some sort of programme that will work.
It's just past 9pm. Hopefully this, at least, will send and I will get an early night.
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