Never in a month of Sundays.....

Today involved mainly slobbing about in house deciding how to take advantage of the sunshine. Abigail and Henry provided the answer, and so off we went to the local rezzie. Apparently, Henry had been told this morning at football practise that he needs to get stuck in and make proper tackles and so what he needed was to practise tackling with his dad. Unfortunately, dad was unavailable so grandad was roped in instead. There was also kite-flying on the agenda and playing in the children's playground

I played football with Henry for some time:

"I'm a good tackler aren't I, Grandad?"

"Well, you will be if you ever manage to get the ball off me, Henry"

He never did.

Naughty Grandad.