treasure hunts…
Some welcome sunshine and summer warmth today, by way of a change. I had a good night’s kip too.
As it happened g/d came to stay last night and all of today. It was a good chance to spend some time with her before she goes away on a weeks holiday to Wales at the weekend.
Last night we watched some athletics together on the telly - unusual for her…she was impressed by the effort of the competitors and even more impressed when I said there was no reason she couldn’t do as well herself. It’s all about ‘effort’ I told her – she’s as lean as Buxton and doesn’t carry any excess weight at this early age. With encouragement she could be sporting – success doesn’t really matter , it’s just a bonus. I know she runs like a whippet and has outpaced me since she was four – didn’t take much mind with my inferior hips of bone and gristle – just wait ’til the ceramics are ready for the fray 
Anyway we woke this morning at roughly the same time…a lie-in at half seven! - she got breakfast in bed as usual ’cause Grandma spoils her a bit. Then we allowed her to get stuck into ‘baking’ which means just a mess of various ingredients spread all over the kitchen table – Eve’s Cornflake Soggies are my favourite and I’ve even been known to eat them!
I then gave her the first of three ‘treasure maps’ which involve leaving clues all over the house and its environs – she likes this game and it’s encouraging her reading skills. She managed to garner one pound fifty , a chocolate mini-roll and a bag of Cheese and Onion Crisps…not a bad haul for nowt eh?
The idea obviously lit her imagination and she proceded to set treasure quests for Grandma and I – my prize was a plastic strawberry I’d hunted high and low for and climbed the stairs. Just what I wanted 
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We went for a walk around our estate (no, we’re not landed gentry) the sun was shining and the horses were in their field – we said hello to one particularly photogenic beast. Hard to believe this is on the edge of an urban metropolis.
Mummy called for g/d about four ‘o clock and we gave her some spends for her upcoming holiday. A nice day and it’s good to keep a record for posterity. I shall keep my plastic strawberry as a memento.
hunting for clues in a ‘muddy boot’
there must be treasure somewhere in this garage !
gotcha! – a £1 coin
Tmorrows another day and I’m on a sick-note hunt.
