It isn't the season and I don't know if there is still a local pack, so I was surprised this afternoon by a clamour that could only be a pack of hounds in some sort of cry. In fact it sounded for a while as if they had fallen on some hapless cat, fox or mole and were tearing it to pieces.
Actually though it was a 12-year-old grandchild and her four friends, plus the six-year-old. They've gone away through the wood and things are quiet now, with the tot in the bath. Trouble is herself is going out soon and then the little hellions will be my responsibility. I hope it won't involve any exercise of authority. I'm lousy at that.
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Peaceful retirement 
Peaceful retirement 
