Our family is mad - it's official!
Somehow, about 25 years ago, P became known as 'Monkey' to Han and her 2 best friends. If he's not being addressed as Pauley, he's Monkey. Consequently, there have been numerous monkey gifts dropped at his feet over the years.
But today the postman delivered a humungous box for the birthday boy. It came from here. Isn't it great?
I'm not sure what is the most worrying - the gifts, or the fact that P currently has them lined up and has recently given 3 of them names! Monkey binoculars (I-spy monkey), a little squidgy blue one (Space Monkey), a supersoft long-armed one (Cuddly Monkey) and finally Stripey Monkey who's a ventriloquist. Press him tummy to hear Han's recorded Father's Day message. You can't see his lips move - he's so clever. And all this from a boy who's 63 today!
(Do I include this as 'A corner of my home'? Preferably not as it's a 'to do' area!)
Aren't I lucky to be surrounded by family who refuse to behave like grownups every day of the week. (They do sometimes, though, and that can be a bit tough!)
H has to of course, because she has a grownup job here. Before that she worked at Castle Combe and her first 'proper' job was here. How the other half lives!
No plumber today (no basin for 2 days, but at least the bath is functioning), so we're off to hit the high spots of Yeovil to find the birthday present I didn't buy on Monday!