Serious business

I had my grandgirls for a day over Easter. Even though they're getting a bit grown-up now, they still insist on playing with the familiar toys I have here. A favourite is the dolls' house. It's rather dilapidated these days but then it is over sixty years old. My grandfather built it for me when I was a child. I clearly recall being given it one Christmas, when I was ill in bed with scarlet fever or some such childhood ailment. The dolls' house was placed beside my bed and helped make me happier than I might otherwise have been when I was feeling rubbish. Later my daughter played with it when she was young. It lives in my attic room - thankfully out of the way of normal household life, as it does take up quite a bit of space.  

Later on, we went down to the playground beside Roberts Park, where there is a sandpit. Odd how 'burying one's legs' can be so amusing... I remember doing just that on beaches in my youth. 

Of course, we then moved on to the serious business of ice-cream, which requires quite a lot of concentration to enjoy to the full.