cleaning the car

Here is my little grandson Dylan, on the couch with his two cousins. Trouble brewing for the future, don’t you think? They look like three mischievous amigos, don’t they! Dylan is the one in the middle. Archie is on the left and Alfie on the right.

Playing with friends and family is so important when you’re young, right? I am an only child so like Dylan, I played a lot with my cousins. Only thing was, my cousins were nearly all in Holland. I had to wait for the school holidays before I could see them. I had one cousin in England. His name is John. I didn’t see him all that often, but when I did, I remember my little Nanna giving us both treacle sandwiches. John loved those.

Dylan is a good organiser. He likes to boss me around, when I let him! He is particularly fond of Peppa Pig fromage frais (it’s a sort of yoghurt in case you didn’t know). The other day when he came here for lunch, I had run out of those. The cupboard was bare. He looked at me, frowned and said ‘Oma, you go to Sainsbury’s and buy some more.’ I think he was expecting me to go straight away.

I replied: ‘I’ve got a better idea; you go on your car and get some yourself!’ He liked that idea and got on his car straight away. I gave him an old receipt to use as a parking ticket and off he went, trundling round the downstairs of the cottage as fast as he could go.

We have such fun together.

Here he is doing what most men do on Sundays – cleaning his car.