It’s fair to say that you never know what might happen!
Five years ago today we were in the middle of preparations for the Festival of Quilts. Everything had to be ready by the end of the day, because tomorrow (ie the Wednesday) we would travel up to Birmingham and set up our booth. It was hard work. Lots of dyeing involved, much ironing, and stock to be sorted, packaged and priced. Items for display were also in need of preparation – and much more needed to be taken into consideration so that our four day stay ran smoothly. There was nothing programmed to interfere, and obviously nothing could go wrong.
So, the alarm was set for an early time, but we didn’t need it. Instead a phone call woke us from our sleep and we discovered that we had become grandparents again. What? Impossible! The birth date was weeks away………. However, it wasn’t a joke, our new little grandson had arrived with extreme ceremony, and was now fighting for his life in an incubator.
The rest of the day passed in a haze. We toyed with cancelling our trip to the Midlands, but after family discussion it was decided to carry on as normally as possible. So, on Wednesday morning we loaded the car and headed north after a visit to the hospital
This image stayed with us throughout the Show, and we kept in touch with regular phone calls. Fortunately the next few days passed quickly and we returned home to be nearer to the situation. The days and weeks passed, and finally we had our first cuddle, and eventually he was able to go home.
Under normal circumstances we would once again be preparing for the same show, which starts on Thursday this very week. However, this year we have a planned wedding to attend, so the show is not in our schedule. That means that today we can celebrate a Very Happy Fifth Birthday with a lovely happy and healthy lad,