On Wednesdays I usually have my grandkids over for lunch and activities in the afternoon, learning how to sew with a sewing machine with my granddaughter and following an online course to learn English with my grandson. Looking after the two of them is very tiring so I asked to have one at a time in turns. Yes but the lady who takes Bertrand to my door said she had not been told of the change so... never mind, don't worry, thank you. Then Binta turned up surprised: aren't we doing sewing then? I had to decide to send one home to mom. Feeling slightly guilty. With Binta we walked over to the new Vietnamese restaurant with such yummy food you want to stay there for ever. At the table Binta told me about the new characters she invented for some story she's writing. Yes, she can write poetry and everything else... in French. Back in my little studio apartment I put on the CD of a master philosopher doing meditation classes in primary schools. I'm bent on teaching them to relax and meditate. Youngsters these days are overworked with school stuff, homework and reading. I'm also bent on teaching them about real life, sewing something for yourself to wear among other things.
|Me, Frankie, with my red Irish sweater reading books in Belgium|