Not quite

Every morning, whilst the girls are here, there is a routine of helping Grandad to feed the birds, then they walk down the road with him to collect the paper from the box and then there might just be time for a brief visit to the playground, before heading back up to finish filling the feeders.

The youngest one has a problem with reaching the hook, so she can hang up the feeder she has filled. She is determined that, next time she comes, she will have grown and will be able to reach. 
 
All too quiet here now, as they have gone, but they got home safely and that’s the main thing. We've had a wonderful few days. 
 
The question is - How on earth is Grandad going to do all those tasks unaided in the morning?