Things are a bit fraught at the moment. Hubby is still in hospital. He’s been pretty poorly, but is hopefully on the mend. It’s been a stressful and worrying time, but I’m hoping he’s turned a corner and is getting better.
Anyway, my family and friends have been incredibly supportive and I’d like to thank you all.
One thing that’s been keeping me going is humour. My family are great ones for having a laugh and taking the mickey out of each other. We also get a lot of laughs from the children – my two and my nieces and nephews.
Which brings me to the story surrounding the title of this post: Fountaingate. We stayed over with my parents over the weekend there. They live closer to the hospital so it meant less driving for me and the kids loved staying over…they love their grandparents. They were spoiled rotten as usual and so was I – my mother cooked for Scotland and gave us amazing meals.
Anyway, I digress. My father is very proud of his lovely garden and recently purchased a new fountain for the back garden. It’s the type of fountain that is jugs pouring water into jugs. Yesterday morning, after a massive breakfast courtesy of mum, he was talking about it and decided to show me it working. It was raining outside, but I was still keen to see it in action. So he switched the fountain on and me, him and mum stood at the kitchen window watching. It was then that we saw a weird looking white thing begin to appear in the bottom bowl.
“What’s that?” my mother exclaimed.
“I don’t know.”
My dad went out to investigate. He returned a minute later a little wet from the rain.
Then a lightbulb lit in my mother’s mind. She began to laugh.
“They were out there with bubble mixture the other day,” she said. “One of them has tipped it in it.”
‘They’ are my two nieces and one of my nephews aged 12, 5 and 3 respectively. My mum had given them bubble mixture and one of them had poured it in the fountain…hence the weird explosion of bubbles!
Yesterday the main suspect was my three-year-old nephew who is terribly cute but always up to something.
This morning my dad told me my five-year-old niece – cute older sister of aforementioned nephew – had confessed overnight to this terrible crime. Her mother had told him this morning.
I hope she doesn’t get life!
Right, am off. Got to catch up on a lot of housework-y things. Til next time.