Local family

Like angels arriving from heaven - or Wales, as it's also known - my Uncle Rod and Aunty Gwyn have appeared to blessedly fill the childcare gap left by my parents' departure.  We're very honoured, as this visit means they're spending a few days away from their own grandson, Orson, up in New York City.

Thankfully Pete has stepped up admirably, and we wandered around DC in sunshine while he dragged poor Gwyn through every pile of leaves he could find.  Today, Rod wants to go to the reflecting pool where all the civil rights protests happened.  He says he was last here 50 years ago, when Lyndon Johnson was president.  I'm slightly worried he's on a quest to recapture his youth, so if you read in the news about an angry Welshman being arrested for protesting (about the loss in the recent rugby world cup?) then I was nowhere nearby.

A great aunt and a great uncle, literally.

Where the power in the family resides.

Are you a Welsh lady, like Grandma?  Great!  Come with me...