Mmmm....we've promised Jack and Alex we'll take them to the stone fort at Clogher tomorrow so they can explore the souterainn...then I felt mean not asking Jamie if he'd like to come as well...and Caitlin might actually enjoy it...Caitlin is a self confessed nerd who is twelve and has her future mapped out...school, college, University, train in law. Done. Alex is small and cheeky...Jason says I'm to clatter him if he answers back...Jack is Jack...Jamie is seventeen and horribly intelligent but has severe dyslexia and is a stunning artist...he wants to be a tattooist. I'm going to see if he will illustrate the story I wrote about the Faeries in the garden...

We don't see our grandchildren, there are so many of them now and Gt Grandchildren as well, but for many and varied reasons our contact is limited to Facebook so to have a family move in next door is lovely for us...they have very limited contact with their Grandparents...again the reasons are complex...hopefully we'll fill a gap and they will for us.

But....and it's a big but. I'm simply not used to children anymore...I tend to talk to them as though they are adults for one thing...and then they look at me gob smacked when I ask their opinion on something...or discuss the pros and cons of smoking weed with Jamie who went a bit sort of shifty and looked aghast when I said I'd smoked in the past and it just gave me the munchies...I could imagine he was thinking this old lady used to smoke pot....jeez.

And actually...I'm none too keen on children...I tend to be irritated when they act the goat...I can't abide the way their sentences end on a question mark as though I'm daft altogether...can't be doing with heads down and mumbling and find it seriously difficult to laugh at the appalling jokes which little boys find so hilarious...Himself is much the same actually, with the added disadvantage of being deaf in one ear so most of the time he doesn't hear a word some earnest child is telling him. But for some odd reason children like us...they sort of home in and they tend to behave as well...

I'm already planning a trip to Dublin on the train to see the Bog Bodies in the Musuem and to go to the old Church with the crypt and the skeletons of the Viking and the Nun...if we went everywhere by taxi so I wasn't huffing and puffing, it'd be grand I think...but I'll see how tomorrow goes before I suggest it. Caitlin would love to see the young lawyers walking past in their long black cloaks, carrying armfuls of files,high heels clacking as they trot to keep up with a haughty man in an Armani suit wafting expensive cologne in his wake...

I daresay Alex and Jack would love to look at the displays of weapons...guns from the War of Independence...swords dragged from the bottom of rivers...the lethal and quite awful balls of studded iron used as weapons in the Dark ages.

But could I manage four assorted children on the train and back again to Dublin...stuffing them into taxis and making sure they didn't wander off and feeding them with something greasy and warning the boys about men in long raincoats in the loos and guiding them away from drunks and beggars and seriously needing a glass of something strong by three in the afternoon...maybe I could...might have a nervous breakdown in the process but it'd be fun.