Sunday, 2 August 2015
Yesterday, while I was critiquing a chapter for a member of the group I belong to someone banged on the front door. Irritated because I thought it might be yet another Jehovah's Witness or someone who had kicked a football from the park over my fence I answered the summons. There was my ten year old grandson, holding a large bowl filled with blackberries which he had picked. 'For you, to make a pie for us,' he said, and treated me to a gorgeous smile.