Raspberries and the art of grandchildren sitting

The grandchildren burst on the scene at 8 o'clock sharp. M disappeared off to play golf and the children and l eyed each other. We all had breakfast and then my hair dresser arrived on his motorbike. Hair done, hairdresser departed and we set off to the pick your own farm with discussion as to what might be picked. Blackberries and raspberries; the boys were really good pickers and 4 boxes were soon full without too much eating on the job.
Home, lunch, quiet hour (for my recovery) and then we made 6 jars of blackberry jam.
Day done! I am now sitting in splendid isolation with a cuppa.