Poppa

Poor little Bax. He's all stuffed up and coughing with a cold caught from G who weedeated in the rain.

And yesterday he got it into his head that Poppa and Granny were coming. he kept saying "Poppa's coming to put me to bed soon", "granny's coming too". But they aren't coming, not until they finish work for the year and that's weeks away.

So we rang Poppa up. "When are you coming to see me Poppa?" Said Bax. And then 'I've got a dump truck Poppa" "I'm having a story" "Izzie's in the airplane Poppa" and the usual Bax stories for five minutes or so. He seemed a bit happier when he got off the line.

But then this morning, first thing he said was: "I was running and running and running faster and faster and then Poppa came and picked me up and gave me lots of cuddles." Must have been dreaming about Poppa coming down too.