Early this morning I watched a recording of the Women’s World Cup rugby match between England and South Africa.
Later, I took a stroll round the garden with my new phone to test me and its camera. I didn’t do well, but
here is the best of a bad lot.
The plan this afternoon was for Louisa, Jessica, and Imogen to arrive to meet their new cousin and her father and to catch up with Flo, to arrive at about 3 p.m. In the event they were held up by heavy traffic and an accent on the road ahead, meaning that their journey from Nottingham took 6 hours. Danni and Elizabeth joined us all in the evening when we dined on Red Chilli’s excellent takeaway fare, while joyfully reminiscing and swapping stories about all their babyhoods.
Danni and Louisa often spent time together when our two families stayed with each other. This is a crop of a picture of them both sitting on my lap about 35 years ago. The full image has not been recovered from the WordPress collection.
Louisa and her daughters slept at Elizabeth’s house for the two days they would be spending with us.
25 years ago Louisa had travelled with me by train from Newark to London to visit the newborn Flo.
Ellie was very communicative with everyone – all of whom enjoyed passing the parcel.
Louisa walked around the room when it was her turn.
Three generations of mothers had much in common on the subject of babies’ birthweights, feeding and sleeping habits and such.