I got up very early and drove to Stevenage to care for my grandson. We went to his music class, I stood and watched the buses and cars with him. Then we went for coffee. We stayed in and played lorries and crayoning this afternoon. Then I bathed him and put him to bed. I’m now collapsed, exhausted on the sofa waiting to repeat it all over again tomorrow before driving back home. I love being a Grammy!
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