Sunday with my grandson

Written by 85 year old Retired female from Adderbury, Oxfordshire.

Written on September 12th 2010.

Sunday September 12th 2010. I woke about my usual time, quarter past seven, I had not slept well. Yesterday I heard of the sudden death of a friend. Ray, although badly crippled with arthritis, was such a cheerful chap. He had until this year been a regular committee and member of the Over Sixties club helping me with putting up tables and the rest of the committee with teas. We had one real moaner and when he had taken himself off into his car for a smoke, Ray would lay his head on the counter and laugh which cheered me as well. At the age of 68 he fell into a permanent sleep while watching telly.

A shower then breakfast of toast and marmalade, a few jobs to do. Gammon joints and two sausages to take out of the freezer to thaw while I went to chapel. A lovely service and a few fresh faces because their own church has closed. I had frozen roast potatoes and parsnips in the oven and carrots and peas in a saucepan by the time my grandson arrived, he had cycled the three and a half miles from Banbury.

While I was finishing lunch, cooking the gammon, not forgetting the sliced pineapple, he cut the grass out the front of my house for me. What a wonderful thing to be able to have a lovely meal from the freezer without the pain off peeling all the veg. After I had washed up we enjoyed a cornetto before he set off home.

Time to get a few more pages done on a book I am writing about our parish of Adderbury during three wars I thought. A friend had emailed me two pictures but I could not get a decent copy, so she brought her daughter and granddaughter with the originals, having found the place where I wanted them inserted, she did this but managed to loose the last ten pages of what I had completed of WW1. After she had gone I managed with the help of my ‘Helpful’ book on computers to find system refresh and get my lost pages back.

After my big lunch I made a cheese sandwich and poured a glass of milk for a late tea, by this time I had missed ‘songs of praise’, so I watched country file and a very nostalgic ‘Vera Lyn Story’ and so to bed taking so many wartime memories she had awakened with me.