Nearly Bedtime

Over to the boat club for midday to join in the hunt for the missing trophies. By the time I arrived they’d already been found. That allowed JA and myself to have a shufty through the old books and ledgers. The early seventies seemed a particularly fraught time for the club: legal letters, votes of no confidence…  and they didn’t even have pontoons - you’d just to go up a ladder. Imagine that.
Later, off to babysit - at 4pm! This meant we’d to put the wee crittirs to bed. Small boy isn’t great at being put down and apparently demands an adult stay with him till he’s asleep. Little tyrant. Anyway, I thought I’m not going to put up with that, but I’ll give him ten minutes of my company. Of course, I promptly disappeared into the land of nod and woke ten minutes later to find him fast asleep. Magic Grandad!