Chocolat

Here is Grandad, sharing his chocolates with the troops while sitting in an imaginary aeroplane that they were all flying around on. Grandad's special talents include telling exceedingly daft stories and the teaching of rude songs with the words somewhat (but not always) improved to protect the innocent. He has revived a particular favourite with them which I feel duty bound to immortalise here. It goes:

(insert name e.g. Grandad, Maxi etc) Braithwaite is no good,
Chop him up for firewood.
When he's dead, kick him in the head,
Turn him into gingerbread.

Great stuff. And he did change the references to prostitution in one of his rugby songs for which we can all be genuinely thankful. Imagine the questions that might have provoked.

Brian wasn't able to be here for as long as any of us would have liked, but his visit will not go unremembered. As well as all the songs, he has taught Max and Dominic how to cheat at Monopoly. And Dominic is a great fan of his baby-sitting style. It goes something like this:
"Hey Dom. Your Mum and Dad are going out. Let's stay up all night!"
Did someone once say there's no-one quite like Grandad? Well they had a point.