Morning from the valley of tears the Sheaf. As I told yesterday in almost comprehensible phone English, I bumped unexpectedly into my daughter, her husband and my twin granddaughters yesterday. She lives halfway towards our friend Mr Duck and rarely comes into Sheffield. I hadn't actually seen them for 2 years, receiving updates via sons and in-laws.
My Grandson has been down in Swansea at university for the last few years and has got a 2-1. Now he has informed his parents that he's not coming back home, preferring to stay there.
He grew up there while his Dad was at uni, before coming back to Sheffield when he was about 10, so understandable. My daughter is now planning to move back down there herself when she has finished her current degree course here, to do yet another one, so she will be off within the next 18 months. Edumication is a wonderful thing. I think that after her next bout of learning she will become a teacher, she has been an assistant for a couple of years.
They kindly allowed me to treat them all to lunch at the 'spoons before disappearing into the wild blue yonder (well of to Swansea) and I probably won't see them again for quite a while, though I have a feeling that she will be in town in February to let us all help her celebrate her 40th ...
And the shopping I was going to do was pretty much forgotten, but I had a much nicer day than I expected. Mrs off to Butterfly Farm today with grandkids, so a quiet rest day for me again.