And den...

The den is at the top of our garden. Two ‘rooms’ plus a lookout. Railway sleepers make seats, a tree trunk a table. Little H made us join him there. We ate biscuits, and drank lime juice. Terrific fun!

Then he went off to bring us Russian dolls, two sets each for my wife and me, sat there, tucked away... and one for himself. Off he went again... and we sat... and sat, waiting, until our bums ached. Finally we went back down. He was playing in the lounge.

He looked up, as if to say, ‘I’ve moved on, suckers!’