Benny! Grandma’s Back!

I am sitting at the dining-room table tapping away the keyboard, busy with… well, with important stuff. Sort of important, with the dogs lying peacefully asleep at my feet – like an author writing a novel in front of the log fire in the highlands. Sort of.

There is an explosion under the table and two furry black streaks make a bee-line for the door, slipping and sliding as they career uncontrolled, like a bison stampede.

Moments later, I reach the door to see the gate-scene above. Judging by the vigourosity of the tails, it was not hard to fathom who had arrived and parked outside on the verge.

It is quite apparent that, at this moment, Grandma is the most popular person at Chartwell. And, look, Benny… she’s got some yummy stuff for us!