We had a Bernard worked for us!

Grandma had trouble sleeping because Grandad snored the minute his head hit the pillow (apparently it took ten seconds for him to fall asleep) and she got confused with Canadian/English timings.

A bit of autumnal colour on the tree this morning

Once breakfast was over, Grandad went straight out and had a tour of the garden to establish any new bits we had created and find out what needed fixing and had a little chat with his 'girlfriend' Pauline who lives in compost corner. His first job of the day was to clean his crocs that he left here last time. They were splattered with green paint so he used paint remover to clean them up. He did a lovely job but unfortunately the shoes smelt really bad and seemed to follow him wherever he went. His next job was to try and fix Small's ceiling fan. Small has been worried for ages that it might fall down and Grandad has now condemned it as a dangerous pice of equipment that will eventually pull the ceiling down, falling on Small and possibly electrocuting him. Another job for MrBasement.

Huffle decided to take us out for lunch and we went to Tin Mill and had a lovely meal, marred only by the terrible smell that sat with Grandad, who sat next to me. We popped to the Dead Man's shop and Grandma bought a pair of PJ's, Huffle bought a pair of jeans and I bought a book. Grandad was just very silly and tried on a hat and two wigs and carried along the smell of his shoes.

Huffle had to get back to work so we came home. Grandma went for a lie down and Grandad and I started to put together Small's new Football Goal that we bought him for his birthday (a bit early but we decided as he hasn't had a birthday with Grandma and Grandad here before, we would spread it out). The boys came home while we were still constructing but they still managed to fire many balls at the goal (it did nothing to take away the smell of Grandad's shoes though).

The goal was much better than I thought it would be and once we moved it down the bottom of the garden, the boys started a game and Grandad got on the mower and happily mowed the grass front and back. He was such a happy mower. He ran out of petrol and after he put some more in, he smelt of petrol and paint stripper. Luckily for everyone, he came in and left his stinky shoes outside.

We all played a game of Go Fish.

 

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