Friday night. Nelly, Marsha and I visit Nanny and Shouty Grandad.
Shouty Grandad has three pair of slippers. His Hospital Pair...brand new, never been worn. His Second Best Pair... clean tidy and respectable. Then there's his everyday pair....you can see them in the picture. They are more holes than slipper but he won't chuck 'em away.
He must know they are bad though because if a visitor other than family turns up, he changes into his Second Best Pair.
As the girls and I were leaving, I spotted his 3rd Best Pair in the kitchen. I pinched them and as we were getting in the car I gave one to Nelly and one to Marsha. Grandad was chasing the girls good naturedly, trying to get his beloved slippers back. Nelly threw her one on the grass and got in the car. Marsha didn't want to give hers up. I said, "Give it back but don't hand it to him, he'll bash you with it. Chuck it away and we'll take off." She threw the slipper out of the car and we sped off.
All I could see in the rear view mirror was Shouty Grandad standing in the road, knackered slipper in one hand, the other a shaking fist. V. Funny.
Next week the girls and I start Police Riot Snatch Squad training!
