Friday nights are Granddaughter nights. She stays with us most Fridays and tonight was no exception. We love it. She does too, especially tonight, as she hasn't seen so much of us over the last few days owing to the weather. We were told she was itching to come over.
Normally when getting back after a late shift, after nine, she'd be tucked up in bed.
I drove in. Mrs AWB, as usual, waited by the living room window. I could see the Christmas tree. I got in. Happy.
My wife met me in the ground floor kitchen. A glass of wine poured out, some lovely Thai soup ready to heat up. Just the wine thank you.
The patter of feet upstairs. Well, maybe not so much patter. Granddaughter came down. She'd begged to stay up to see me. My heart was lifted.
They'd spent the early evening putting the tree up and the little girl was giddy with excitement.
We sat for a while in a row on the settee. She lent against me and laid her feet on Grandma's legs. She was in heaven. We were too.
Is there anything better?