Guilty M'Lud

The old boy crashed out for "five minutes" while the boy was taken for a haircut. When I woke up I discovered that lunch had flashed past me, as had my favourite treat a Marks & Spencer trifle. I know there were three in the fridge when I fell off the planet so pinned the eldest grandsprog to the wall with an elbow across his throat and demanded to know what had happened. It was like a scene from the Godfather.
He claimed his mum had eaten one, his 9 month old brother had eaten another, "So where is mine?" demanded Don Grandpa. "I ate it!" he squealed and legged it into the garden where he tried to hide the evidence.

How could he do this to me. I was left with a bloody yoghurt.

We also got the new model railway out of the loft as it is to become the summer project. I thought he was suitably impressed by the beautifully crafted express steam engine, until he enquired where Percy and Thomas were. Grandpa may have jumped the gun again.