Grandson the Younger called up yesterday.
I suppose now he’s just Grandson which is a bit sad?
Anyways, last Christmas among other things he got an Airfix kit. I used to love Airfix and used to buy them at a fierce rate. I think they were 2/6 back then and came in clear plastic bags. There were also the bigger ones that came in boxes which cost 12/6 so I would really have to save for them. I had a grand collection of planes, ships and a rather neat detailed fully flexible skeleton who stood proudly on my bedroom window sill.
I had a feeling Grandson [the Younger] would like a kit as a change from Pokemon and tablet games and suggested that he might like to work on the kit up here at the Manor. The two of us get on like a house on fire and he jumped at the chance.
With one thing and another he hadn’t had a chance to call up until now so we opened the box which had been sitting gathering dust in the kitchen until now.
It was a disaster!
It’s a small model of a fighter plane which is fine. What isn’t fine is the detail. There are dozens of tiny little pieces so that the cockpit alone has a seat [two parts] a pilot, a control panel [in about three pieces], a joystick, rudder pedals and a few other levers. Now the entire cockpit is less than half an inch long so these individual bits are minuscule. They were impossible to work with even with a decent set of tweezers. Even worse they are supposed to be painted before assembly and the pilot’s face alone [the size of the head of a small pin] has about four different colours.
I was there in the role of adviser and helper but he just couldn’t do it. My fingers are a lot bigger so I was of little help. We had to abandon the enterprise and in the end we just sat and talked. He was very disappointed but quite philosophical.
At home he’s a very quiet kid and will barely greet me when I visit or utter a word. Here it’s a different story. He lights up and fires endless questions. Yesterday we covered such diverse topics as computer art, helicopters, mid-air refuelling, humming birds and the insanity of people who manufacture something for kids which is so complex that a grown up can’t hack it.
Now I have to try to think of a substitute Christmas present for him.