Our poor little grandson has chicken pox and is covered with spots, so we drove up to Somerset to visit him and try to cheer him up. He is feeling very sorry for himself, I guess when you are three years old it is hard to understand what is happening. He was especially upset by having to be dabbed with calamine lotion. The hot weather isn't helping the itching. I remember when I had chicken pox as a child and my mum telling me not to scratch, it's so hard not to. I also remember as a child being sent to stay with any cousins who had any of the usual childhood illnesses so I would catch it. Mum used to say its better to have it now than when you are an adult. Do any of you remember being deliberately infected? Those were the days :)
We walked to the park with our granddaughter who is chicken pox free, through the beautiful little Somerset village of Hinton St George. It is full of thatched cottages made with beautiful coloured stone. I didn't manage to get many pictures as all eyes had to be kept on a very independent little two year old who wanted her back pack on, then off, then hat on, hat off. Stopping to look at every little thing and reminded to catch hold our hand and stay on the pavement.
We didn't leave until the children were bathed and we read the bedtime stories. They grow so quickly every moment and memory is precious with them.
Off to bed to try to get some sleep, unlikely in this heat. The band is playing in another carnival tomorrow so I really need to get more than a couple of hours sleep!
Do you have any plans for the weekend?