After all, the only other mail I get are bills!
Grandson B, the naughty one, seems to have settled down a little and, at times, appears to be quite eager to please and be of some help.
He was helping me collect the junk mail the other day, but his little fingers were having problems with the number of catalogues, their size and, it would appear, the slipperiness of the glossy paper.
|They're going all over the place!|
|Don't worry, Granddad! Everything's under control!|
|It's getting difficult again!|
|Hmm - this looks interesting. I might buy one.|