My eldest grandson is a lovely boy (not biased obvs). He is almost fifteen and is still pleasant
we are hoping that he continues to be the smashing lad he has always been. Came round today and polished off a substantial cooked breakfast. After wrapping himself round that I suspected he was still hungry. Four bacon sandwiches later… ? He is, of course as thin as a lat. He is known as ‘two dinners’ in the family. Anyone else got an eating machine?
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