A lone Red Admiral joined the Small White butterflies fluttering round the garden as Jackie swept paths this morning while I picked up clippings and emptied trugs.
Nugget sang a song of greeting, paused in a shrub, and approached Jackie, enquiring what was for lunch.
We didn’t offer him any of what we shared with Matthew, Poppy, Becky, Elizabeth, Danni, Andy, and Ella who all came to our lunch consisting of Jackie’s usual array of cold meats, pies, cheeses, salads, cake, and cheesecake.
The afternoon began in the sitting room where
Becky entertained Ella with pictures of her parents;
Matthew got down to the infant’s level;
Danni gently changed her nappy;
Jackie cuddled and played with her great niece,
to the amusement of her grandmother.
We decanted onto the patio where Ella continued playing with Jackie,
and Andy joined in the conversation.
The song of a robin announced Nugget’s desire to contribute, which he soon did.
“Where’s Nugget?” (17).
Becky, Mat, and Poppy left early in the evening, after which the rest of us dined on Jackie’s soothing cottage pie; piquant cauliflower cheese; firm carrots; and tender cabbage and runner beans with which I finished the Garnacha Syrah, Elizabeth and Danni drank Batturica Gran Reserva 2012, and Andy drank Diet Coke.