Click here to view PHOTO ALBUM showing pics from a lovely pre-Christmas dinner hosted by my nephew Bill.
fter ignoring me for the past year, retreating, screaming and hugging mummy’s legs for grim death at even the slightest approach from a once-doting grand uncle, I was ‘run-ragged’ by the ‘child’ calling out to me from across the lane, in between running himself silly in circles through rows of tables at the nearby restaurants. He needs a brother or a little sister. Nephew Bill?
Thank you Wilbur’s manager, Anthony, for the bowl of chips, the juice in a paper cup, sensibly presented with a lid on, and then the ice cream with cooking-chocolate bits added to amuse ‘the child’, and finally the babycino. And not a broken glass or plate in the whole evening.
“It’s so funny”, says ‘the child’.