Me and My Grandad and the Twirling Screwdriver

When Zion arrives here nowadays, the first thing he wants to do is go to wherever "Dada" is and use his tools. Today he was thrilled to be allowed his own tool to carry around; thankfully, it whirred safely and even had a little light. I had to sing him to sleep in the hammock with the screwdriver held tightly in his arms - not the cuddliest of toys.

It has tipped down, but looks like the sun's just come out - might go for a quick walk down Newhall... will be good to get out of all the dust from M sanding the hall and landing.