My boy was downstairs cooking Sunday roast. Earlier, I had been clambering about on a woodpile, stepped awkwardly, and twisted my knee. So I was upstairs lying on my bed stinking of Deep Heat. Then my grandson appeared in the doorway to report that lunch would be ready in an hour. I held out my arms to him. The lad dutifully removed his shoes and came and lay next to me. I cuddled him passionately until he’d had enough of it, then I reached for the iPad and asked him what he would like to watch on YouTube.
‘Car crashes,’ he said. Apart from making Batman attack vehicles out of Lego, watching car crash compilations on the iPad is our current favourite pastime. It’s better than coke. The best of the compilations are Russian. My goodness there are some lunatics on the road over there. Driving in Russia is so dangerous that for legal and insurance purposes every car has a permanently switched on webcam fixed on the road ahead.
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