I’m looking after the Grandchilder today.
It’s really not hard.
Things got off to a bit of a bad start when their happy play and laughter got on my nerves a bit, and also made the dog cower behind my legs. We like our peace and quiet.
However, technology is a wonderful thing, and once again it has saved the day.
I have the television set up here in the living room. It’s one of those set-ups where I not only have a choice of several hundred channels of pure, unadulterated shite, but I can also play films from the Interweb. For various reasons, I ran a cable from here to the box room in the front of the house where there is another television set. That set gets its signal from the main set, so whoever is in there has to watch what I choose.
So Puppychild and Sir Fartzalott are locked in the den now. At the moment they are watching Ratatouille and all is blissfully quiet, because I have the picture on here, but no sound. The dog is lying quietly and happily in a pool of sunshine at my feet. I can’t hear a peep from the box room as that is near enough soundproof. They can
scream and roar laugh all they like and I won’t hear a thing.
My only problem now is that the film will be over in an hour or so, so I will have to find another to put on.
I think it is the duty of every grandparent to broaden the minds and expand the horizons of the next generations.