I’m not a very good host

I have a visitor here at the moment.

It’s someone that I met at the seaside last year.

I must say, they’re an easy guest.

They seem happy to eat anything I give them.

I made a big pot of soup which lasted a few days.

I used up all the old bits of things in the fridge, and it turned out rather well.

But now we’re back to the condensed milk.

Kimbleton seems quite happy with that.

They spend a lot of time reading, so I’ve managed to catch up on a few things.

I’ve been practising the triangle, and getting back to my Welsh lessons.

Dw i wedi bod yn dysgu Cymraeg am bron i flwyddyn nawr. But I sometimes think I forget as much as I learn.

It goes in one ear and comes out the other.

I’ve also been doing my yoga.

And I’ve continued my search for my great-grandfather’s pocket-watch, which I believe I have the key for.

I looked everywhere I could think of beginning with E and F and G, and got started on H.

No watches of any kind in the hall, or the holdall or the hamper, or my hat cupboard.

I looked in the health-and-beauty area, but it was completely empty. I’d better ask Ruffy to get me some more toothpaste.

Then I thought of the Baby’s hidey-hole in the airing cupboard. I didn’t find the pocket-watch that I was looking for, but I did find a wrist-watch without a strap. The Baby must have hidden it there, the little dickens.

It did love hiding things.

I’d forgotten that some of those pipes get hot.

I’m afraid I didn’t take my caring responsibilities seriously enough. The Baby could have got badly burnt.

That was enough searching for one day. I thought I should catch up with some of my friends.

Kimbleton was still happily reading, so I phoned to ask after Lopsy.

She had some worrying side-effects after her first vaccination.

(She doesn’t seem to think that I’m behaving irresponsibly by having a visitor to stay in the house.)

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So we’ve made a plan. I’m going to take Kimbleton to meet up with Jenny in a park over her side of town.

Jenny says she’ll bring something for a picnic.

Most of my food got used up in the soup, so I wasn’t sure what we could take as our contribution.

But Kimbleton has been looking at my jars, and suggests we make popcorn.

We completely forgot that the crucial thing about popcorn is to put a lid on it.

I wish the Baby was here. It would have loved all this mess.

Now that we’ve picked it all up, we’re a bit late for meeting Jenny.

We’d better hurry.