What lovely hospitality.
For many years, I have considered myself a
terrible guest. I’ve avoided visiting even beloved friends because of this. I’m
not a good guest, I get in the way, I don’t know how to be gracious (etc.).
Today, I’ve been welcomed and hosted in two different houses (opposite each
other, in the same street) and I have enjoyed it very much.
I played with marbles and Polly Pocket
dolls with two articulate, interesting children, and assisted in the making of
scoobies. I was inwardly scornful of Polly Pocket dolls until I realised how
easily the heads come off and can by stuck onto the wrong body, and that they
all have rubber clothes. After that, it was fun. Hard, when the little girl
filled their swimming pool, not to play the ‘Aaarrgggh, there’s a floating head
in the pool!’ game. I just managed to refrain.
I had my nails painted (I KNOW!), had big
conversations and lovely food. Tomorrow, my beloved friend is marrying her
beloved man. I’m excited for her, and very much looking forward to seeing her
in the morning.
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