My father graciously lets me borrow his car, firstly so we can go to a friend's wedding and then to drive around York. We visit Beningborough Hall (in the rain) which my sister assures me we went to as children, but I'll be blowed if it is at all familiar to me. We visit my Gran (avoiding rain: she's indoors) and somehow manage to catch her arm as Number2 child jumps down from her knee. A gaping hole appears, blood rushing up, a large flap of skin on her forearm. The lady at the home comes and slaps a plaster on it (no cleaning the wound, I note) but the most noticeable thing to me is just how thin a 95-year-old's skin really is.
We visit my oldest friend, in years known rather than age (and in the rain, of course), who's just had a baby and probably my second-oldest friend (we went to the park and saw hot air balloons: perhaps the only moment it didn't rain?). We go to have a professional family portrait taken (studios suffering from water leakage following storm damage). Husband criticises the whole event: I'm prepared to hold my tongue until I've seen the pictures.
Then on to the in-laws. I cannot even begin to criticise them because they kept my children for a whole week whilst my husband and I went to Edinburgh (it rained). For the first time in ages my mother-in-law made one of her special jellies: it was milky green so I guess lime and cucumber and milk. Grannie and Grampa survive the week well, but we get the impression they are glad we came back to take the children home again...
We did get time for a guided tour of Norwich's elephants on Daddy's birthday. Great-Uncle John was visiting from the US so our children merrily skipped around the city, snapping as many of the decorated beasts as they could. We saw the cathedral area for the first time and were impressed: it is quite a beautiful, quiet place. As evensong was already beginning we didn't venture inside but it is on a 'to do' list. We made do with tea and biscuits in the refectory instead.