Just a short note.

I am still recovering from the hectic pace set by my #1 son, when he was here last week. I know he thinks I am a wimp, but I am not as young or fit as I once was, either. We did get out and about and saw a lot of things I had not seen, or had not seen for years. And it was great to have him and his boy here for a few days. We do not see much of them, as they live 3,000 klms away.
On the Monday, after the school anniversary celebrations, we drove to Naracoorte so they could meet with his uncle and aunt, and go on a tour of the world famous caves. Father and I declined, as I hate caves, and father was not interested in them. We then drove to my brother-in-law's farm, some distance south of Naracoorte. I had not been there for quite a few years. I daresay #1 son will tell you all about the events of the day., and it and the pics will turn up on Face Book.
What I would like to relate, is a charming little incident that occurred at my old primary school in the hamlet of Mundulla. This small town is only 6 miles from here, and we had to come through it to get home. As we were coming in to the town, we passed half a house, sitting on the side of the road.As we drove a bit further, the truck with the other half was coming out of a narrow street and I suggested to Mark that he should turn down the street before it, and take the boy to see my old school. It was 4.45pm by this time, and we did not expect to meet any of the teachers at that time of day. There were several still there and about to depart for their homes when we walked over to the fence to take some pics. One of the ladies told me her name and I said in passing that i had attended the school with the husband of their pricipal. She was quite excited about that and called out to the other lady, "Hey, she knows Al!" (Alan) As it is 51 years since I departed to another primary school, and I have hardly seen him in all that time, I was pleased to note he is obviously well like in the town.He was always a very shy quiet, well mannered boy.I doubt very much if I would know him, or he me, now. This tickled my funny bone.I also mentioned the very rude reception we had received at Padthaway homestead, where we were virtually told to get lost.She said they would never do that, and would I like to have a look in the old place. Of course we jumped at the chance. There have been quite a few alterations since I was there. The principals residence, which is part of the school building, is now the office. We went past my sister's old class room, but mine was locked.

Blessings.

We have had two of our lovely grandsons to stay for a few days. L came, unexpectedly, on Tuesday morning. It was decided that day, that R would come on Thursday, as his parents wished to buy his birthday or Christmas present, not sure which, and did not want him to know about it.
The blessings are these, we got to spend time with them, they had something different to do in the holidays, and Mum and Dad had a bit of peace and quiet.
The boys amused themselve with painting, art and craft, they made kites and flags, computer games, and games on their Play Station, that mum brought down with R. Yesterday they went to the farm, and had a great time chasing sheep, grubbing out thistles and shearing some sheep. There were only seven to do, plus four rams. Neville decided not to shear the rams, because they are very big, (fat) and he needs another man to help throw them and perhaps hold them.
The boys also went with Neville on his three mile walk each night. He does that because he is a Diabetic, and needs to keep fit. I thought it was a bit much, especially for R, as he is not quite seven, but he insisted.
He was 'done up' after his big day out, and was asleep by 8.30, 9.pm.
They are good eaters and ate everything put in front of them. All in all, a good time was had by all.