I'm going away for a few days, well, just two if I add up the hours, from mid Friday to late Sunday afternoon.
I'll be keeping an eye on two grandkids while the parents have a weekend to themselves. I can't really call it babysitting, there aren't any babies involved, the kids are 12 and 16.
All that's required is an adult presence in case of emergency and to make sure they eat and brush their teeth.
I'm assured they will probably spend the whole time with their computers, so I don't need to worry about backyard cricket games or footy at the park.
My back will be grateful.
I'll take my kindle, but I'll be leaving the laptop at home, so when I don't comment anywhere, don't be worried. I'll catch up when I get home.
I agreed to all of this, hung up the phone, THEN remembered Angel. D'Oh!
He'll miss me for sure. I've arranged for someone to come in and feed him, but I've never left him alone for more than eight or ten hours. I'm sure he'll be fine. He knows and likes the person doing the feeding and I'll leave a list of instructions. But he'll miss the cuddles and sleeping on my feet at night.
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