Tuesday, 21 July 2015

A Little Cherup Sends Us A Message.

You know what they say about kids and dogs...they never lie.

A few weeks ago, our Danish family came to visit us for a few days. We had a great time and especially with their kids, our niece and nephew. We pulled out all the stops in order for them to have a good time and especially a good time without the dreaded Smartphone which somehow has morphed into an extra digit in their hands ( not just the kids, mind you ).

We had organized a visit to the chicken coop during frenzied feeding time and luckily that included the treat of both the kids being able to hold a baby rabbit and a baby chicken. Unfortunately our neighbourhood doesn't have any cows because that would have been the cherry on the cake. A farming holiday...

Look, the Internet was used a lot but not as much as it could have been. At one stage we even did a stint of playing Uno and little did they know that I have oodles of practice with the kids in our village. Aunt Biggi was not too shabby and won a hand or two. Card games are often forgotten these days and yet, when I was a child, playing cards was just the best. Canasta, Rummy or some such.

Maybe I remembered my thrill when it was summer and we were treated to a divine ice cream because that was on the menu that first afternoon. Bob and I had packed the kids into our car and went driving to Eberau for an ice cream. Of course both Bob and I had to have one too!

When their short holiday with us was over, they drove on to Croatia and it being the age of Facebook, we saw their photos of the wonderful holiday they were having there. Oops, I told Bob, that after that, our place in Eisenberg would pale in comparison. No beaches here.

When we spoke to them after they had got home yesterday, we jokingly told them that after their Croatian experience, we would be at the bottom of the list...

Well, on their last day of holidays, Brett asked his son if and what he had enjoyed the most.

" The best time was with Uncle Bob and Aunt Biggi."

For those of you old enough to remember that series Perfect Strangers - Bob and I did the dance of joy, a la Balky.

Biggi