11th July: Trucking



            I’m woken at six-thirty by a tap on a window. I pull the windscreen curtain back to see my brother holding all three offspring. He’s been keeping the children amused for an hour but now seems a reasonable time for Aunty Jellybean (it’s easier to pronounce than Genevieve) to open her playroom on wheels. I totally agree.  Come in in kids, let’s play trucking!  (Photo).

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