Things may be even quieter around here for the next couple of weeks: we’re heading over to the UK, for a mix of work (him) and holiday (me). Because of reasons (PhD, children) I haven’t been anywhere other than Australia since 1995, so I’m very excited. I’m hoping to visit the V&A, and gardens, and cathedrals.
People have been asking who will be caring for our children and I have been replying that there are some very good catteries in town, at which point people look a little shocked, and I say that my lovely parents will be caring for them. I am very grateful to Mum and Dad.
The girls are excited for us, and very happy to have Mum and Dad here. They have a slightly magical relationship with their grandparents, who have delighted in them from before their births. My girls’ faces light up when we see their grandparents, and they love and trust them. They have a similar relationship with Mr Bee’s brother and his wife. It’s wonderful to see.
I am having conniptions about leaving my beloved daughters for two weeks. I have never done such a thing before. But I know they will be safe and happy in the care of their grandparents. And that makes all the difference.