I've been looking after my eleven month old grandson at his house for a couple of days every week, surrounded by packing boxes and confined to one room. If I wasn't able to take him out a couple of times a day I'd be going completely stir crazy. As it is I'm exhausted; my back hurts, my wonky knee is playing up, my eyes don't work properly (they keep wanting to stay closed) and my arm muscles may never recover (he's no lightweight my grandson).
A quote for those blessed with a spouse:






