Zoe says Irene’s room is like the Room of Requirement in Harry Potter. Whatever we needed and missed is to be found there–under her bed!!
It can be like the Chamber of Horrors in Harry Potter, I say.
And since we have a three day Bank Holiday weekend, guess what we are going to do!
I (successfully) tried to get the lean, muscular Roy to go to the gym with me.
Exasperated, he said, “Anita, I married you for better or for worse, richer or poorer. I did not say “for stupider or cleverer.”
Irene listened with furrowed brows, then whispered, “Mummy, what does he mean? Who is getting stupider? Could it be Daddy? It couldn’t be you; or does he mean both of you?”
Well, it’s certainly not little Irene!
That hilarious little Irene sometimes follows Roy and me around with her laptop, recording our conversations, then playing them back to us.
“Could some gift the giftie give us/
To hear ourselves as others hear us!”
A relative gave us a surprise, a generous cash gift.
I was very pleased, but once we safely invested it, I observed to Irene, “See, I told you money does not make one happy. We now have XX pounds, and are no happier than we were before.”
Irene, 10, “That’s because you have not spent it yet!”
Tried a salad recipe from a book I am reading with much interest and enjoyment–Helen Nearing’s “Simple Food for the Good Life.”
It was lettuce and fresh dandelion leaves salad.
Irene said, “MUM, I am so HUMILIATED! I am not a RABBIT.
Irene, crooning to me, “Mummy, you’re a mummy, and you’ll always be a mummy, but I am an Irene, and one day I will be a mummy.” Me, “Well, I’m not just a mummy.” She, soothingly, “I know. You are a writer, a Mummy, and a chatterbox.”
We made a duck roast. Even as Roy was carving it, we were picking up delectable tidbits. Irene, “Don’t gallop the roast.”