The Furlong grandchildren stayed the night. This is the first time we have anyone to stay in our new small
house flat. They came with “stuff”. We had a zoofull of fluffy animals stampeding all over the place. Two tricycles belting up and down our roomy back patio. Extra toothbrushes, hair brushes, places at the table and the girls had to sleep together in a double bed with the Berlin wall constructed down the middle.
I enjoyed it – but thank goodness they’re gone!
Fortunately, the old lady who lives next door has small grandchildren of her own. So she understood all the noise and excitement.
She’s got NORMAL grandchildren that is.
So she offered me a packet of sweeties to dish out to the girls as an act of friendship. I had to decline.
I explained – “The little one there is highly allergic to just about everything except cucumbers. She ends up in hospital scaring the wits out of us all, unless we are not terribly careful.”
“and the other one, there, is Autistic so she’s off sugar otherwise she goes into overdrive. But thank you SO much for the sweeties! We’d love them ourselves but…….”
the neighbour smiled and finished the sentence “but you are both diabetic”.