Being a granny is more time-consuming, I am discovering, than being mother-of-the-bride ever was. Today I'm feeling a little sad that the not-so-newly weds and the baby are soon moving to Scotland - it seems such a long way away. But I'm also feeling happy because the daughter and the grandson are coming to stay for a few days.
We have (we think) babyproofed the ground floor and I've unearthed various toys. Now I just need to brush up my cooking skills. Judging from the expression on the young man's face, we seemed to have hatched a budding food critic.
