...If we look in baby buggy...

..... there should be plenty milk for you and maybe some for me...

The Siamese cat song from Lady and the Tramp!

The Boss working out how to handle a new fangled baby transport system.

One of my colleagues, lovely Andrea, has donated this machine to the Son and Heir and Young Helen. YH's mum has also bought them one, so the S&H has decided that we need to keep this one at our house "just in case"

I took some stick at work today about this. I still maintain I'm too young to be a Grandad, but every one else seems to think I'll be putty in the hands of said infant.
Even the boss had a pop as he drove off the car park tonight..."You kept that quiet. Didn't think you still had it in you!" he quipped as I walked across to my car pushing this device.

The Boss has worked it all out, and is now washing all the covers etc.....and my job tomorrow is to clean up the wheels etc.

When ours were little we had a proper pram, a McLaren buggy and a car seat, apparently this does all three jobs........as long as you have an engineering degree in order to work out what attches where, which way round things go and which handles to pull or push.


Oh and one more thing ......I drive a Renault Scenic, the Boss has a Toyota Aygo....guess which one is too small for any of this to fit in. I can see I might need to fight for my own car on Sundays in about 10 weeks time.


On a brighter note my coaching certificate and accreditation turned up today, only seven weeks after I finished the course!

Das vidanya moy padruga.