5th December, Saturday
...was our grandson’s 9th birthday, complete with Star Wars themed birthday party for nine noisy boys with plastic “light-sabres”. They all fantasize that they are Luke Skywalker come to life. Little Tom joined in with the best of them and somebody’s light-sabre got bust, but nobody seemed to mind. It was all fighting and shouting, with a “base” for respite behind a cloth poster advertising the Return of the Jedi and a Darth Vader figure drawn by my daughter.
-- Guys, let’s truce for a couple of seconds.
-- Truce, truce!
-- I’ve already truced!
-- Forget the truce, let’s battle!
One game was to try to free the Han Solo character (in miniature) from his block of ice (previously prepared by my daughter in duplicate in the freezer) and brought in on baking trays. One team was much faster at this than the other. No 8 or 9 year old likes losing, I observed. Alexander wasn’t too cross when young Tom blew out all the birthday candles on his cake, though, and we all sang Happy Birthday, including Alex’ other grandparents who had just arrived from the other side of London to spend the afternoon with us.
6th December, Sunday
Emma met us when we boarded the 285 bus she was on, together with Thomas (his brother being at an away match with the Rugby club, with his dad) and the four of us attended a Quaker Meeting in Kingston, for the sake of an hour of Peace.