Last week Mary and I went up to London to look after our 3 1/2 and 1 1/2 year old grandsons as the nanny was on holiday. Despite the joy of interacting with your own genes this was damn hard work! Quite how my daughter copes with a high power job in the city and these two energy gobbling entities I have no idea. OK, a nanny helps but even an hour of input represents a challenge to patience, intellect and negotiating skills unmatched by that demanded from any adult.
However, it was fun and we were blessed by Mediterranean weather which meant we could chase each other around the garden for much of the day (I'm now fully fit for the next London Marathon).
We also got to take Jamie to school in the morning (he only goes in the morning), which was quite fascinating given the diversity of the pupils and the (to us) alien social culture prevailing in this part of the UK. The road to the school gates was choked by new or nearly new 4x4s of one sort or another. Indeed, one struggled to find a vehicle under 2 years old anywhere in Loughton - do they all just earn a lot or do they spend what they earn on cars? One of life's enduring mysteries.
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