My Turn

DEAR SPOOK, with both children leaving home together yesterday, I managed to get stuck into his bedroom, where we had stored all our junk. It is a lovely room now, albeit needing a lick of paint. I also got some recycling done today, and said goodbye to Emmy's 18yr old daughter, Femi who heads off to Australia tomorrow. Emmy was doing a similar job to me - cleaning out cupboards and dusting places that have not been dusted in years - butas a much needed distraction, rather than a necessity. I'm not looking forward to that stage in our lives, but as the chances are they will head off to Wanaka, it doesn't seem so scary.
I pulled a few weeds out of the yard, but guilt was tickling me round the edges, so I headed up to Granny's croft at Inveroy to see if Finn was needing home. It was a perfect day. Warm and sunny and glorious colour. Of course Finn wasn't needing home at all, but as he has been there so long now, he has thrown off his Kiwi accent in favour of his cousins Glaswegian one (which is not of the same dialect as the gentleman of the Che Guevara story, but does go up at the end like the Kiwi one). It can get quite busy for Auntie Al and Jamie, Granny and Papa; and Uncle Pele and Nicky in their weekend encampment - especially since Finn came back and swelled the numbers with all his friends. It was only fair to invite the children home with me, but it was not without some regret as our orderly house would be thrown into disaray. So there will be 5 children sleeping in here tonight and I will try not to fuss around them, straightening things up. Thankgoodness for the x-box which keeps them all in the one room, rooted to the one spot. Great inventions.
I did note an air of celebration at your family Seat in Inveroy as the entire adult members of your clan headed off to The Roy Bar for dinner. I sensed, rather than heard, the sound of bagpipes and fiddles as we drove off down the drive.
It's funny that they have these names plus Roybridge and Glenroy, but not Mt Roy which you have in Wanaka. Even the dog across the road from us is called Roy. He still goes out for his evening ablutions at 10.45pm. I have enjoyed hearing him bark at the darkness, as you and I always glanced at the clock when we heard him and new it was nearly time to turn out the light.
After sweeping the children out of the house tomorrow, I may attempt to strim our luscious grass.
xxx