The journey to Stanton to see Mum with a Mother's Day Cake
The journey to Stanton to see Mum with a Mother's Day Cake

A Mothers Day visit to Stanton after Dan walked Sam and I first attending to some office work. We arrived with a flower arrangement and a cake and Mum talked about her time as a child in Church Street Edmonton as the girls asked her how it was to be in a family of thirteen children.

Home feeling quite my chesty cold worsening and to discuss with Nigel renovating a derelict property in Cambridge Street. The day started dull and showery and deteriorated into a very wet one by the time we got back.

Diana and the girls were up early for a Sunday, getting excited at the nearing prospect of the holiday in America, and so I got up as well and went out and fed Sam. I collected up all his mess and then managed to keep him away from it for the entire day which was quite good. I cooked Diana and the girls some fried breakfast, but it was only after we had all finished that Daniel emerged. He took Sam for a nice walk, and they got on quite well. An hour or two to work in my office on some correspondence and then we all got ready for the journey to Stanton to see Mum. Sam joined us in the boot and, with the three children in the back, Di and I in the front all sharing space with a flower arrangement and a Mother's Day Cake, we were just about comfortable.

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Lunch on the way at The Happy Eater and on to arrive in Stanton in time to stay two and a half hours. Sam was let out for his toilet at each end of the visit and was very good in the car, both during the journey and whilst waiting there. We found Nanny in quite good shape and there was no doubt that she was very pleased to see us and enjoyed the chat. She talked about her time as a child in Church Street Edmonton as the girls asked her how it was to be in a family of thirteen children. We had some cake and then set off home with Sam by now getting a bit concerned as to when he was going to be fed! The day started dull and showery and deteriorated into a very wet one by the time we got back. It was left to me to feed and exercise Sam despite the fact that my chesty cold is getting worse so that I seem to be running a temperature with it.

Nigel called whilst I was out and, when I returned his call, he talked to me about the derelict property in Cambridge Street and how they had tracked down the liquidator now responsible for it. Nigel talked of wanting to develop it as a "Business Centre" providing serviced office accommodation, but I was more cautious seeing it as a residential property development. I left it with him to decide whether to buy it on his own account, on mine, or to get it for us to share.