The return flight was shorter in time and even more relaxing than the way there.Thankfully, this time Stephen picked us up from the station, so we didn't have to drag the cases half a mile over massive potholes on the private road to their house. Friday was spent trying to recover from the jetlag and playing with those gorgeous little fellas: Elian and Xander.
On Friday night we babysat while Lucy joined Stephen at the Komedia. As a consequence of this I managed to sleep until 11.20am on Saturday and miss a visit to the farm where I have been before and which the children love. Still, it was necessary to overcome jetlag and exhaustion. On Saturday afternoon we went to a local garden centre to look at garden furniture.
I never realised that nowadays they put totally indoor looking furniture out in the garden, but what do I know? Xander seemed to enjoy his sojourn in the wicker basket, though! Saturday night we babysat again and watched an Endeavour marathon on ITV3. I love Shaun Evans and Roger Allum. The series is beautifully written, acted and paced.
On Sunday - my 66th birthday - Stephen took us to The New Inn in Hurstpierpoint for lunch, which was delightful. It was probably the best, if not THE best nut roast I have ever had in my life. In the afternoon we had a lovely time outside watering the newly laid lawn and playing with the children.
Later Lucy was blowing bubbles, which fascinated Xander so much that I just couldn't believe he is only 9 months old. The comprehension in his eyes, the fact that he doesn't miss anything, the clear resonse to all stimuli, proves that he is exceptionally bright. He is also a very sweet, even tempered, patient, brave and happy little soul, so you can imagine that this besotted grandmother was having a whale of a time.
Unfortunately, all this fun and games came to an end when I started feeling ill, realising that I probably was going down with yet another bout of gastric flu. On top of this Xander's cough was getting worse and he had a crying bout while we were babysitting, so we had to call his parents home. I wouldn't normally do anything like this, but I felt so unwell myself, that didn't think I could look after him properly. Thankfully, after some medicine and cuddles he went off again, unlike his poor grandma who was up half the night, feeling definitely at death's door.
And then came Monday, which was full of things to do, like picking up my glasses, meeting Ros and Ian in the Basketmakers (see above), visiting the agents re: 41 and finally the solicitors too. I wasn't sure if I could face up to a whole day, but amazingly I lasted until nearly 5pm. We started with the opticians, which was no hassle and very quick. The ridge of my nose is a bit sore, but otherwise the glasses are great. Then we hopped on a 5B and got off at the Co-op(as was), walked around the new Open Market, which looked a bit empty yet, but hopefully all units will be finally let and life returns to it. Then walked to the Basketmakers to arrive about 20 past 12. Ros and Ian got in a few minutes later and we had a lovely lunch together.
After we said good bye, we walked to see Petya, our good friend at his place of work, had a good chat and moved onto to the agents. Jim appraised us of the situation re: 41 and now all we need is a bit of luck for it to go through this time. At the solicitors we signed the contract and transfer document, hopefully not in vain. We got back to Hassocks about 5.30pm and now I am resting. Let's hope that tomorrow's flight is also uneventful and we get home safely.
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