The Chimes

Heavens, I can’t recall what we did. Papers were bought, and consumed. As was the bacon bought on the previous day. 
And later we had visitors. The small grandson is now getting increasingly mobile, walking his way round the coffee table, swiping at everything. And then crawling over the floor, seeking out the coal bucket, the kindling and, of course, the remote controls. What fun.
Later a film. No Company for Old Men. That's grandchidren all right, haw.