FULL OF BEANS

It's been three weeks since we've had him for the weekend as he's been with his other gran, so in spite of being up at the crack of dawn to hire a removal van, taking care of a disorientated cat and teaching a full day, it was pure joy to play with this important guy for the rest of the evening.   

He harvested carrots beans and tomatoes, cleaned them for the evening meal, moved garden furniture around for me, picked up all the cones under the pine tree and then we played soft ball, tig and snakes and ladders before I invented a new bed time story about a crazy character George who lives in a cave by a steam vent in the Marinas trench, is blubbery, has fourteen tails, fifteen pairs of eyes, wears a kilt and has a book of magic spells.   Most of the invention comes from the clever line of questioning: 

'How does the paper not fall apart in the depths of the ocean?.

'Who said a book needs to be made of paper?  This one is made of shark fins and written on with squid ink.'

Kind of ready for a bed time story myself now...but not before I note that FCG passed Level 3 swimming.   I am allowed to boast, you know;  it's a Granny thing.