This morning, because DD had to work, I took my two grandsons aged 15 and 13 to the station to get the train to Stansted to meet their dad and then fly to Northern Ireland for a couple of weeks.
The train was going to be twenty minutes late but there was still plenty of time for them to get their flight so no panic. They didn't want me to wait with them so I gave them some money to get a sandwich and a drink. Two girls of around the same age were saying goodbye to an anxious mum. One of them made eye contact with H and the four of them started to walk to the platform together. G started chatting up to the younger girl and H gave the mum his lovely heart melting smile as he offered to carry the bags.
"What lovely boys", she said as we walked back to the car park.
Oh, but they grow up so quickly
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