Wot no Grandkids?
My parents arrived today, searching for grandkids as predicted.
Finding the flat childless, they were persuaded to walk along to the allotment in search of productivity. There I handed them a fork each and set them off at either end of the row of manky cabbages in a horticultural dig out. Mum won of course, by virtue of both reaching the middle first and rooting out the biggest pile of couch grass and bindweed.
By means of a reward I brewed them a cuppa char each, after all they had just driven all the way from Yorkshire and ought to be able to multi-task while watering the spuds.





What a giggle. Thanks for the laugh.
You are so funny…….good old Mum and Dad.
how lovely
regards
Karen
I’ve often thought there should be a society for prevention of cruelty to parents
… but that’s only because I am one
Fab photo
Joanna
I can confirm that no parents were hurt in the making of this post.
I had to laugh because i always put my in-laws to work in the yard as soon as they come to visit. What is a cuppa char though? coffee?
This made me really laughing! what a sweet picture is that
thanks
[...] course my parents are renowned troopers in the allotment world so I might also have hoped to benefit a little from their digging prowess [...]