Last evening - that's my son with his son. Little Zach will be four months old on Saturday. It's sad that they do not live just round the corner from us so that we can be a big part of our grandson's life - just as we are with Phoebe and Margot. At least Ian and Sarah and Little Zach do not live in some faraway country like Australia or Canada or Lesotho. I guess we should grateful about that.
Zach is doing nicely. He likes kicking his feet in the bath and watching the world go by. He has just had his first spoonfuls of baby rice - helping him to put on more weight.
Next week we will be heading down to London to stay with Zach and his mama. We will be staying for three nights. Ian will be away on business and we want to give Sarah some support as well as cuddling Zach.
If any unscrupulous bloggers, blog visitors or nasty trolls imagine that they might burgle our Sheffield mansion while we are away then think again! The premises will be temporarily occupied by my old friend, the weightlifter Tyson Grimes and his ex-police dog Satan. Besides, anything of value will be placed in secure storage over the weekend. Naturally, every room is covered by our CCTV system.
While in London, I hope to go south of The Thames to Putney Vale Cemetery where I have recently discovered that one of my musical heroines is buried. Sandy Denny died in 1978 and here she is singing her most famous song...
I might take her a flower or two.
from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/R8xJeNX