And so it was to the McGees. You talk all the time on Facetime to your grandma and grandad and just the sound of the iPad ringing perks your ears up and makes you say, 'Gam-mar' so it was lovely to see grandma and grandad in the flesh. You generally behaved well and we all had such a lovely time.
We went to a fancy pub for lunch on one of the days and there was no high chair available. This meant that we had to hold you whilst being fed. You don't much like being held in such a way. So what ended up happening was this: you charged round the whole pub, going from one person to the next, charming the pants off everyone you came into contact with. As soon as you got a smile from someone, you were off to the next person.
You met a little Scottish boy called Lucas. Lucas was your age but about thrice your size. You are not a small baby, it's just that he was Scottish and you are not. What you lacked in size, however, you made up for in brain power. You stood up to Lucas's shoulder and you were pointing and talking and laughing and chatting. Lucas stared blankly back at you and kept his mouth closed then closed his eyes until you went away.
Your grandad drove us round the island and you sat on my knee (illegally). Every part of the island was beautiful and even though you won't remember now, you turned to me and said, "Bleedin' christ, Daddy, this view is breathtaking," which it was.
The time quickly came for us to leave and before you knew it, we were waking you up to have a Burger King meal at a service station on the M1 at 9.30pm. There was a very fat man with a very small head tidying the tables. Then we were home.
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