bairn blog: a tale of three henleys

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11:25am Thursday, 18th October 2007

What an enjoyable week the Henleys have had after the seemingly never-ending lurgy we were all experiencing. We are still getting used to our new abode, particularly G who has decided that 6 in the am is a really good time to be waking up. Not looking forward to the clocks changing!

We are still enjoying the presence of a few mice about the house from time to time. They are quite big and slippery customers although between Peta and Belle we seem to have got all the ones that have dared surface. The wasps that had nested in our new abode also seem to have chilled out a bit with the onset of the autumnal cold. There are still one or two boxes that are resisting being packed but soon they will be banquished forever, muhawhawhaw!

Last weekend moomin and gramps ‘popped’ up for a visit en route to an ordination in Inverness and stayed for a few days. We had a lovely time enjoying walks in the country (a lovely stroll to the nearby Carriden House with G stopping to eat every bramble on the way) and also a trip to Stirling for some infotainment on G’s heritage, taking in Bannockburn battlefield and the Wallace Monument, all interspersed with some fine dining and plenty of gin.

At Bannockburn Cole clearly stuck out as a token Englishman and was demonstrated upon with a multitude of medieval weaponry (thuis is how to attack someone with an axe/sword/spear/mace/all the above) before he and P donned some chainmail armour (mundo heavy).

After Medieval hijinks at Bannockburn we all set off for some more anti-English sentiment at the Wallace monument where a warts-and-all account of the Battle of Stirling Bridge was recounted by an actor before scaling all 246 steps of the tower for some fantastic views across Stirling and beyond.

This week the childminder has been on holiday so Cole and Peta have been juggling childcare duties, and we are off to a gig tonight to enjoy personal favourites the super furry animals in Glasgow for our first gig since G was born (and to think our last gig was also SFA in Glasgow when G was in P’s tummy). Thanks to Linzi for stepping into the bairn-sitting fray!!