This week has not slowed down since we found a mouse running for it’s life across our sleepy legs. Nick, Sabine and the babies have left us and journeyed safely back to England leaving us with delightful memories, tiny messes to clear up and a film full of smile inducing shots.
In their wake has flown Nanny and Grandad Clarke, Mum’s folks and we have already had two wonderful visits with them. The storm that blew in last night gave Grandad a minor anxiety attack but he settled down enough to nod off as the rest of us were giggling away to an episode of ‘Dad’s Army’.
The busy weekend so far also included a day and a half trip to Kitchener where Ben and Bori were able to get going on some more song writing and Liz and I were able to sit and chat for hours on family, marriage, the Lord, our lessons as of late as well as our future as Mum’s. It was a splendid time to relax, drink coffee ( 🙂 ) and have a girly talk. This has been an area that has been lacking lately and I did not realize how much I missed connecting in conversation until I found myself gabbin on and on and on with Liz, only stopping to sip some caffeine and then listen to her side of life. This is an important concept women that we really should not ignore. Take time to chat and listen with a special lady in your life, your mother, sister, friend, a co worker, anyone who you can encourage in their life.
The Kitchener market awaited us Saturday morning and what a treat! Ben and I lacked cash, but not each other and therefore had a super time reminiscing about England markets as well as taking in every smell and sight to store away in our memory. The individuals we passed that day also gave us great topics to talk about and photograph and I might have captured a few to share with you. Young men walking around barefoot, tattooed old men and then your parents and babies trotting around trying to weave their strollers through the masses.
The final picture there is of “The King of the Market”, he was seen at a plethora of stalls and entertained himself?, others? with his guitar playing and dread lock revealing (which sadly is not translatable from the distance we were at)
Finally, our drive home. Quite uneventful except for the singing together, the conversation and this:
We did not eat our lunch that day as the speed limit would not allow us into the restaurant. Too bad.