Although I'm pushing 70 and have two sons and two daughters-in-law, no grandkids are on the horizon. But for the last week or two I seem to have been adopted by the 5 year old lass next door. As soon as she sees me come into the garden, she's at the back gate asking to come in. Beth, our Golden Retriever leaps about all excitedly as little Harmony comes through the gate. Then the lass has to help me with everything - feeding the chickens, collecting the eggs, watering the plants, collecting seeds, planting things, even cleaning up the dog poo. Lots of questions follow: lots of how and why. I've had to explain about plant germination, the use of manure, how to make liquid manure with chicken poo, how to make bug killer with chillies, garlic and wormwood. Now she wants to know why the empty swing-type compost bin keeps tumbling long after you've let go, and other science questions nearly 60 years after I failed first form physics and chemistry!! Today she wanted to draw a monster so I gave her paper and felt tip pens.
I never realised how easy and fun it is to be even a pretend grandma!!
Angela Rayner lashes out and calls Sunak “pint sized loser”.