She picked up the baby and held him on her right hip as she
adjusted the pram blanket with her left hand. He wriggled impatiently as she
hurriedly prepared his bed, pulling the sheet up and tucking it in one handed
while trying to entertain the squirming baby.
Then she gently laid him in the pram, covered him with the beautiful hand knitted blanket and prepared for their outing.
Then she gently laid him in the pram, covered him with the beautiful hand knitted blanket and prepared for their outing.
Was it just her imagination, or do babies these days take a
lot more looking after; the endless fussing and strapping into prams and car
seats and then the endless unstrapping at the other end?
And also, why did her
back always ache interminably at the end of her “play date” day with the
grandchild?
She pushed the pram for about fifteen minutes, admiring the
beautiful gardens and sociable cats and friendly neighbours they passed until
she reached the small shopping centre.
At last, a well earned coffee for
grandma!
