Babysitting day. Mrs Mottie and I took the grandson out for a walk over the local pond to feed the ducks. On the way back she saw a wicker basket in somebodies skip that she wanted for a planter in the garden so she made me knock and ask, which I did and I then had to carry it home. Our son has just picked him up on his way home and it’s time for a rest once we've cleared up the destruction- he had the cheek to tell us he was getting fed up looking after our grandchild! Bloody knackering, grandkids but that’s what life is all about, isn’t it?