There are those days that make you glad to be alive and today is one of them. Nothing dramatic, nor memorable has happened, just a nice day being a Grandma.
First day of school holidays and my six year old grandson, who shall be known as Geezer, had slept over. The day dawned, warm and balmy so Geezer and I were up and out early for a planned bike ride. The house had been cleaned yesterday so all was well with the world! LOL!
We ride down the street to the local park, to find the playground empty at this early hour, which was great because we can uninhibitedly ride our bikes around and play a fantasy game in the climbing frame helicopter, pretending that we are flying to Lanzarote. I even climb on top to mend the rota blade!
Looking around the park and seeing the very clear view of Winter Hill, the highest point around with the TV mast,. in the distance and the green hills that wrap themselves around Bolton it struck me that this is really nice area to live in.
Eventually somebody else came along to interrupt our fantasy world and the spell was broken so we cycled to the cafe in the local supermarket for some refreshments.
Last week I said I would try to espouse the lifestyle I dream about in Paris and after my regular morning cycle ride, I have been visiting this cafe for a cup of tea, which is the nearest local cafe to my home. There is a core of regulars who go in every morning and they were just in the process of leaving. so I nod to them.
Geezer and I then decided to cycle further afield to another park, where there is a more exciting adventure playground and more space to cycle.
He doesn’t know it yet but I am secretly training Geezer to become my biking buddy. So when he gets a bit older he can join me on longer proper cycle rides. The park is about a mile and a half away and up some small hills and Geezer does very well for a six year old on a heavy bike without gears.
As we pass through the housing estate where I live, the gardens are all lush and green, with the rain we have had this summer. With the few recent sunny days the flowers have all bloomed and there is also a riot of colour with beautiful heady perfumes in the air. My contentment grew as we cruised along.
We spent some time in Leverhulme park, cycling and climbing in the adventure playground.
“look Grandma, PARIS!”
…. then we returned to the supermarket cafe for sausage chips and beans for lunch and a fascinating conversation discussing really diverse and important subjects in the world of a six year old, like the best way to drink apple juice with a straw, his first holiday romance with an “older” girl ( aged 8!) and the correct names for genitals!.
The afternoons activity was watching Ice age 4 ( again!) at the cinema. Thus giving Grandma an opportunity to take a 10 minute power nap!
Later we made chocolate cake and English pizza for tea (AKA cheese on toast) Before daddy came to pick up a very tired Geezer and take him home.
Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would find such contentment and happiness from a simple day with my grandson. I couldn’t be happier if I was a millionaire.
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