Today was the first time Baba dared to hold me for any length of time. While Mummy went to get herself showered and dressed (”not good to spend all day in your jimmies Mum!”). Baba was holding me as he ‘held the fort’... and boy, I fought!
He’s such a scaredy cat, not knowing what to do, which way to hold me, how tight to hold me. Sensing his fear, I yelled.
”I’m not a blinking cut glass vase, Baba!” If only I could talk.
Talking to him will come later. Sicking on him will have to do for now.
Neville Hunt 12 months ago
Here goes... Thanks for the suggestion, Christopher. 👍
Christopher 12 months ago
Haha! Glad you took me up on it. I missed these, and it'll be nice to read them from Lily's perspective.
Neville Hunt 12 months ago
Thanks Christopher. I’m pleased to say that my mojo seems to be back. About to post another Fedeltà catch up dry soon and then yeeha! off I hope to go... at a gallop!
Drew Martyn 12 months ago
Haha wonderful, Neville. :)