Sunday dinner is ahead and I am busy in the kitchen. The menu will consist of roasted chicken, homemade gravy, Yorkshire puddings, spring cabbage, roast potatoes, sage and onion stuffing, cranberry sauce, roasted parsnips and carrots.
For dessert there will be apple crumble and custard using apples from our garden. Shirley prepared it in the morning before heading out somewhere but neglected to pop said crumble in the oven and now the pressure is on to bake it along with everything else. Radio Five is playing live commentary of the Liverpool v Manchester City match in the background and the kitchen window is steaming up. Everything is under control. Yes it is.
Meantime a smiling dumpling of a baby - Little Margot is crawling proudly towards me. Where are the other three adults in the house? Phoebe is circling the downstairs doing "her work". In other words she is marching around with my desk calculator pressing all the buttons and as happy as Larry - whoever he might have been.
Then she overhears me muttering to myself, "You could have put the bloody crumble in!"
After her next circuit, Phoebe stops and innocently looks up at me, "Grandpa! Grandpa! What's a bloody crumble?"
A precious moment.
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