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smokingboot) wrote2014-07-28 10:31 am
smokingboot) wrote2014-07-28 10:31 am
The Light Twin
Despite the heaviness around it, the weekend was lovely. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
larians is now an uncle: we met little Oscar via Skype on Saturday. It was all part of the Granplan...we were celebrating her 90th birthday with cake and champagne, and the great surprise was presented to her via laptop. There he was at the other end of the world, her first great grandson semi-asleep during his first day on planet earth. Nan wasn't enchanted at first: she peered at the screen and said; 'What is it?' rather blankly until the shape in the blanket emerged and waved his arms at us. Then I think she was very pleased indeed.
Oscar wasn't the only yoof in the family: there are 8 dogs in the family pack, of whom one was a rescue puppy, abandoned at 5 weeks, blind, deaf and having fits. Turned out that the little fellow had some kind of infection which disappeared after the application of antibis, and the result was a splendid, perfectly normal dog with senses all present and correct, who grew...and grew...and grew...He's of greyhound stock, but there's something bigger in that mix, a wolfhound or a great dane or something. At 8 months Moley, or to call him by his correct name, MoleyMOLEYNO towers over all the other dogs,though he still carries things around in his mouth puppystyle; shoes, boots, bumbags, flowerpots (preferably with flowers in them)...good thing we kept eyes on Gran, or god knows where she might have ended up.
A nice weekend, though blighted by hours spent stuck in traffic getting to and from Devon. The best was time spent by the sea down at Westward Ho, with the sun shining on the water and the tide flowing out. Larians' mum cut us a bouquet of sweetpeas; even now they're sitting in a vase filling the room with perfume.
larians is now an uncle: we met little Oscar via Skype on Saturday. It was all part of the Granplan...we were celebrating her 90th birthday with cake and champagne, and the great surprise was presented to her via laptop. There he was at the other end of the world, her first great grandson semi-asleep during his first day on planet earth. Nan wasn't enchanted at first: she peered at the screen and said; 'What is it?' rather blankly until the shape in the blanket emerged and waved his arms at us. Then I think she was very pleased indeed.Oscar wasn't the only yoof in the family: there are 8 dogs in the family pack, of whom one was a rescue puppy, abandoned at 5 weeks, blind, deaf and having fits. Turned out that the little fellow had some kind of infection which disappeared after the application of antibis, and the result was a splendid, perfectly normal dog with senses all present and correct, who grew...and grew...and grew...He's of greyhound stock, but there's something bigger in that mix, a wolfhound or a great dane or something. At 8 months Moley, or to call him by his correct name, MoleyMOLEYNO towers over all the other dogs,though he still carries things around in his mouth puppystyle; shoes, boots, bumbags, flowerpots (preferably with flowers in them)...good thing we kept eyes on Gran, or god knows where she might have ended up.
A nice weekend, though blighted by hours spent stuck in traffic getting to and from Devon. The best was time spent by the sea down at Westward Ho, with the sun shining on the water and the tide flowing out. Larians' mum cut us a bouquet of sweetpeas; even now they're sitting in a vase filling the room with perfume.