Thursday
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" sang my three year old human alarm clock. Little Phoebe was shouting up from downstairs as I surfaced from sleep. I donned my stripey dressing gown, stumbled to our landing and looked down the staircase. There she was at the bottom still in her coat and floral wellington boots. It was half past eight this very morning. "Haven't you got dressed yet?" "No I haven't! You just woke me up and now I am coming down to see you!" After a hug and a cuddle, I was soon fulfilling her second breakfast order. She wanted malted wheats with hot milk - just like grandpa who also made his habitual pint of tea in "The Big Mug". Perhaps that is who I am these days - just the big mug. After the breakfast, our lovely princess wanted me to read "Chicken Licken" with her. It's funny how I never tire of reading that book. You know the one I mean - containing Henny Penny, Goosey Loosey, Cocky Locky and Turkey Lurkey amongs...