Rhubarb, Custard, and Sugar...Again

Listening to the oldest child talk to the matriarch makes me so proud.  There is no hint of anger or impatience and a complete reconciliation to the fact that no matter how much sugar there is, there is never enough.  As usual dessert was lovely this evening and the children chatted to their grandmother about the band, Hedley.  I don't think she had a clue who the band was; I do think she heard Carl Wolfe on the CD player; but she seemed happy enough to have her rhubarb and custard downstairs and strawberries and chips upstairs.  The company seemed to add to her evening.  It has been a very long day but it has concluded very calmly.  It is so nice not to have complaints on any level.