I learnt something this weekend. I learnt to count to ten in Welsh.
[un, dau, tri, pedwar, pump, chwech, saith, wyth, naw, deg]
The nephews taught myself and Mumsy whilst we were being diverted through the poorer areas of Cardiff. They also taught us other words, but I have a memory which is absolutely no good at retaining [irrelevant] information. We stayed in their little Welsh cottage, in the teeny Welsh village with the teeny Welsh church, where everybody and his dog actually comes from England.
We scrambled down rocks at Southerndown [where they’ve filmed some of Doctor Who] and ran along the beach with the February breeze freezing our ears.
We visited Roald Dahl Plass in Cardiff Bay but were disappointed to find no ‘invisible lift’ and no run-down Tourist Information Centre.
There wasn’t even a dodgy looking camp chap walking briskly along with a gaggle of sexy people behind him, hanging onto his every word. I insisted that Wills stand by the fountain thingy in the hope that – just maybe – he might accidentally trigger the ‘invisible lift’ but it didn’t work.
Ads made me look at the dinosaurs in the museum.
Frighteningly good fun that was [no really, there was a distinct lack of sarcasm there], especially when he pretended to be one on the way back to the car.
And Tobes delighted us with his piano playing.
It was a nice weekend. I don’t see The Eldest Brother & Co. very often, and when I do there are usually lots of other people around, so this weekend was lovely in strengthening the bond I have with my nephews. It’s a shame that they live nearly five hours drive away, in a land where the language is odd.
Mumsy nearly killed me on a roundabout on the way home. Thanks mum.
I think The Blokey missed me [awww, he’d vacuumed]. I’m not sure about Tabatha-Cat though … she seemed fairly unperturbed when she saw me after my long weekend away, and wanted food more than she wanted cuddles.
Now I have a few days off and I shall spend them productively, making changes to websites and plodding through family tree stuff … and kipping lots.
please God bless my gorgeous little nephews xxx Elsabeth
[Oh, and we saw Cloverfield last week – if I had to sum it up in one word I would say … wowsers!]