We all do it. Sit on the swing. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards; stick your legs out, bring them back in, stick your legs out, bring them back in; lean forwards, lean back, lean forwards, lean back.
Take kids to the park. Inevitably, “Granny will you push me?” Increasingly, I’ve been aware that one day they will be able to swing themselves. As they get older, the baby swings get too small and are only suitable for favoured soft toys. So I’ve made pushing kids on swings a priority.
At our little seaside getaway, the playground is next door, but one. The kids run out to play and you have five minutes peace to accomplish some complicated task. Running feet. “Granny, will you push me?”
I’m so glad I dropped everything to comply or made swing dates. I’m so glad we had “one last swing, before you go home”. Because now the youngest two have learnt to swing themselves.
There’s no recycling collection from our little seaside getaway. Allegedly, the council won’t sent a lorry up the hill to collect it. Ridiculous, because many visitors to the site come from Europe and are well used to sorting their rubbish for recycling and the trip would be worthwhile. Even we feel guilty when we put our recycling in the in a black bag for disposal.
So Granny found an empty bin. She went on line to find the nearest recycling points and what they would take. We happily put our recycling in the bin and carried it out to the car when it was time to go to a supermarket.
Remembering the very visible recycling points at home, we drove round the car park, looking for the recycling point. We couldn’t find it. We asked in store. Even the staff weren’t sure where it was! “It’s by the exit,” we were told. We still couldn’t see it. We asked at the garage (by the exit). “It’s by the entrance, near MacDonalds,” they said. Eventually, we found it, looking unloved and barely used. No wonder.
There were big bins for the different types of glass, we only had a jam jar. There were bins for drinks cans and food cans, we only had an empty baked bean can. There was a bin for different types of batteries, we had two AAA batteries, hardly a great contribution. We had some paper which we put in another bin. We had lots of card and plastic bottles, no bin.
So we put it back in the car. We tried another, bigger supermarket on the way home. We found the recycling bins easily. They looked even more unloved and there were fewer of them and we’ve still got our plastic bottles and card. Anyone want it?
Earlier in the year, grandson leant how to dive. Granny had never learnt to dive and grandson thought it was time to teach her.
He showed her how to sit on the edge of the side, duck her head and put her arms over her head. He told her to push off into the water and go forward at the same time.
Granny had trouble sitting on the side. Her knees don’t work as well as they did. She ducked her head, put her arms over her head and pushed off. She went into the water. She went forward. Voila! She dived!
Grandson was pleased. But he told her to kick her feet next time so she went further. She tried again. It felt like diving. She went even further!
Granny had learnt a new trick.
It’s nearly three months nice we got our little seaside getaway. Granny has spent a lot of time scouring the charity shops and other places for bargains to make the chalet ours. The bathroom is a good example.
The shelf came from a charity shop in Whitstable, the picture from Hilly Fields Summer Faye, the towel rail was found in the street and a new, similar toilet roll holder was added soon after. All a sudden the bathroom has acquired character.
A lot of time has been spent in equipping the kitchen. Poundland and charity shops have been the main source of finds. But visiting friends have brought “housewarming presents” of mugs and plates.
The kitchen had been upgraded a few years previously, but it drove Granny mad. New appliances, a longer worktop and an extra socket meant that the remodelled kitchen is a joy to work in. It’s never tidy, but you get the idea …
Last time Granny left the chalet, having got it ready for guests, she felt that at last everything was as it should be. Well almost. When the family came back, son in law and daughter moved two of the beds upstairs and the resulting empty room is in the process of becoming a dining room leading out onto the new decking, making us very aware of the position of our seaside getaway.