It’s been busy and happy and lovely here since Saturday when our American family arrived for a visit, and now they’re on their way home and I don’t know when I’ll see them again and I’m feeling deflated and sad, and the house is far too quiet. Having been brought up with two sisters and two brothers, I like having a house full of people I love. Now it’s just Dave and me and ChatGBT.
Usually I have my next trip to see my Americans planned months ahead, but the way things stand politically, coupled with my views expressed on here, I don’t feel 100% sure of a hassle-free trip through immigration. And I am not as brave as those septuagenarians who are holding up placards saying “I oppose genocide. I support Palestine Action” and risking all the indignities and discomforts and restrictions of being arrested, let alone being sentenced to 14 years in prison.
It has been beyond wonderful to have all our kids and grandkids together - British and American. It happens so rarely, and now the grandkids are growing up, who knows when the next time will be? They’re now aged 21, 19, 15, 13, and nearly 3 and it’s heartwarming to see how well they all get on.
Oh for those early days on the blog when I was allowed to show you photos of them. Ooh, just had permission to use this one of Lux climbing while her two older cousins look on and encourage her:
I mentioned ChatGBT because it’s Dave’s new best friend. He can talk to it for hours and hours about all his pet subjects - ancestry, Catullus, Kilvert’s Diary, astrophysics, politics - and it’s eyes don’t glaze over. Ever. If you’re married to someone with ASD I recommend that you sign them up. Dave said the other day “I have more interesting conversations with ChatGBT than most people I meet.”
I am happy for him.
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