Good morning Stringsters 🙂

Ah Clair, I remember those morning well 🙂

I would spend the week in loving anticipation of the overnight visit and by lunchtime Sunday I was wondering when mum and dad would get there. The only way I could keep up with the early Sunday mornings was to go to bed when they did.

Sunday mornings consisted of little granddaughter and grandson jumping into our bed around 5am then pretending to be asleep by snoring like poppy. Then he would tickle them and she would scream laughing and then they would do it all over again. Ah, those were the days. They are in their late teens now...where did that time go?????

Have a great day everyone.

Waves to the MIAs