Sunday

Sean and I went to Mass on Saturday evening. We do it because I still get cognitive problems when exposed to too much sensory stimulus, and on Saturday evenings, there are seldom any noisy children and there is no singing. It is a quieter and more peaceful service. I love kids and freely acknowledge that they are part of the Church too and have every right to be there. The problem lies within my ME/CFS affected brain.

So, on Sunday morning, we didn't have to rush to go anywhere. Sean had invited Kate and Nigel to lunch at the Marquis of Granby in Alkham, but when they got there, they found it had closed down. We went to the Beefeater in Hougham instead and the setting was lovely, with a field of cattle just over the road. Wendy was making a big fuss of Sean, much to his delight.




Lunch was very convivial and everyone enjoyed it. We ordered a child's portion for Wendy and when it came, her portion was exactly the same size as everyone elses. The only difference was that she got peas instead of green beans with her Roast.
We served up little bits on a sideplate for her because such a huge plateful was overwhelming her.
We had gone to Sainsburys before going to lunch and Sean had bought a book for Wendy. Here she is on his lap and they are reading together. They both enjoyed it thoroughly.



Brakkie had come with us to Sainsbury and I took him home before we set off for Hougham because, being a dog, he isn't allowed in a restaurant. But Sean is a softy and when he saw how dejected Brak was, he pleaded his case and asked for him to come too. Brakkie was very pleased to go out again, and he waits in the car very sweetly and causes no bother at all, so it worked out well. Wendy was very pleased to see her mate Brak, and she took him for a walk.



So she had a new book, a full tum, attention from people who love her, a balloon and a field full of cows and calves to see, and her little blonde team mate Brak.

The landscape of childhood can be idyllic.