Having sorted out the pushchair and shown my daughter how to deflate the bed, I have been sent back outside to my Macbook and pipe. Apparently I am less trouble when I am out of the way. The only thing is I am being bombed by flies but still that is a small price to pay for a few moments of peace.
Don't get me wrong, it is wonderful to have the house filled with laughter and to be able to spend time playing with my granddaughter. My nine month old grandson is gurgling away as he sits in his high chair waiting for the rest of his breakfast. My cup of tea has just arrived and the sun has risen high enough to warm my back.
Life is good!