Good evening.
Grandad and granma arrived as planned on Monday midday after a pleasant enough flight from Sweden. Dad did not complained about being scared so I guess all that talk before might have been him fibbing! :)
As soon as they saw Leon they were in love. It's great to have two "mothers helpers" around the house.
One thing that does stress me out from time to time is that I need to find things for my dad to sort out otherwise he'd be climbing the walls in no time.
So this is what they've helped us with so far, except playing with Leon;
- Drilled and put up two big mirrors on the wall in the hallway.
- Put up a shelf (especially resting place for my straightener :D).
- Altered, ironed and hung some curtains that they've brought with them from Sweden.
- Wash the windows
- Dust all the window blinds
- Defrost the freezer (My dad really want to do this!)
- Drill and hang a mirror in the bathroom if I can find one that I like
Well, when Leon's sleeping (which is a lot) there's plenty of time to get things done.
Today we've been shopping and then eating at Eddie Rockets, just for the sake of spending some time and money..ha,ha..
Anyway, now to something rather funny.
Yesterday mum and dad went to town to meet up with Mr.T's dad.
He'd showed them around Dublin and so on.
They took the bus into town and I gave them a my key to let themselves in when they got back later.
I and Mr. T went and sorted out Leon's birth certificate and other errands during the day.
Mum called us later from Mr. T's dad just to let us know that they were just going to have some tea and then get a taxi home.
Great, I thought and went to bed after 10 pm.
They were still out but I knew that they were coming home soon so I thought nothing more of it.
Later when Mr. T woke me up for the "swap" he told me that my mum and dad have been driven home by the Gardaí (Irish Police)!!
Apparently the taxi driver let them off at the wrong estate. (My mum's fault as she thought they were at the right place.)
They've tried to open the entrance door to an apartment block but of course the key wouldn't fit!
The thing is that the other estate, where they were at, is built by the same developer as ours so the place look more or less identical.....if you don't know better.
So there they were, after 11 at night, in a strange place in north Dublin with Mum's evening school English and our address written down on a piece of paper.
And no, they did not have a mobile phone with them either... :)
They spotted some people and asked for directions. But either the people they met didn't know or gave totally wrong directions so they ended up walking around for over and hour before my dad in desperation flagged the address note in front of a passing car.
Little did he know that it was a Garda car. :)
This was a good thing though as they offered to give them a lift home!!
God knows when, and if they'd ever would have found their way back again if it they hadn't been "rescued" by the Gardaí .
But at least the experience has been an excellent lesson for mum to practice on her English! :D
Take Care!
/Jess




















