Bert has been doing his best Florence Nightingale impression since we arrived. He’s been checking on Grandad regularly.
He’s also been wanting Grandad to throw his ball over and over again.
I think he likes coming to Grandad’s. Like me, he’s got his steps in going up and down. He even discovered that his ball could go through the stairs for more fun.
He rolled two balls under the dresser in the dining room. They were rescued. Eventually.
My Dad is on the mend. Thankfully. As Bert and I head off on our next adventure tomorrow. The Baby Sprocker is fast becoming well travelled.









