Josh And Jeff At Grandmas In Kyneton
We headed up to Granma Lilly’s farm at Kyneton for Xmas.
It was a Grant family Xmas thing, us heading up Xmas Eve. It’s a large country house that slept 20, or something, with its built on, and then built on again, verandas, which had over time morphed into a huge rambling farm house.
Mum, dad, Daniel, me, and Jeff Xmas eve. Mum’s sister Rosalyn and her husband Michael, and their sons, Morrison, Mitchell and Marcus would be coming up Xmas day.
300 acres stretching along the river, the back garden facing west, green grass seemingly all the way to the setting sun.
Grandma Lilly’s lime drink in a glass jug, and her madeira cake and shortbread, and, of course, pots of tea bought out to the rear deck where we sit to watch the afternoon fade.
Grandma Lilly asking questions and telling stories.
There was roast lamb for dinner. Red wine. And peaches and jelly and rice pudding and ice cream. Then fruit cake and sherry.
“Mum let me help you?” says Amanda.
“No darling, sit down you already do too much.”
“What? Lunch with the girls,” I say.
“And golf in the afternoon,” says Daniel.
“Cheeky, you two,” says Lilly. “Where would you too be without your mother?”
“Where we are now,” I say.
“Successful as ever,” says Daniel.
“The delusion is strong in these two,” says dad.
“My perfect boys,” says Amanda. I think she tousled Daniel’s hair.
There are many bedrooms to choose from in the rambling farm house, I like the Ruby Room and its adjoining bedrooms.
Jeff chose the bedroom next to mine, so we shared a bathroom.
“I’m next door,” says Jeff from my bedroom doorway. “Come outside I’ve got something for you.” He shook a press-seal plastic bag in the air.
Jeff and I disappear out onto the east veranda and chugged on the splifs after dinner.
Rick finds us and comes out too. “Are you two burning those joss sticks again,” says Rick.
“What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger,” says Jeff.
“Just a little herbal therapy,” I say.
“Don’t let your mother catch you,” says Rick. “Either of you,” he says to Jeff and me.
“We won’t,” say Jeff and I in unison.
“Have you deliberately left your brother out, or has he quit…” At exactly that moment the door opens and Daniel comes out of the house.
“Yeah, cheers, thanks a lot,” says Daniel. He takes up a seat next to Jeff and I.
Rick drags one of the wicker chairs away from the three of us to the other side of the veranda.
“You nervous dadio that if one of the women folk comes out and busts us you’ll be guilty by association,” says Daniel.
“I don’t want my clothes smelling of your weed,” says Rick.
Later, I was brushing my teeth, when Jeff came in in his jocks, with his toothbrush. Jeff is still working out, clearly, what can I say.
“Your gym is paying off.”
“Thanks bud,” says Jeff.
Jeff put toothpaste on his electric toothbrush, he switched it on, and raised it to his mouth.
“I want to sleep with you.”
“We shouldn’t,” I say. “This is our grandmas…”
“Jeff laughs. “Mother’s…”
“In this house?”
“So, is that a no?”
He put his toothbrush in his mouth.
I went into my room, took my jocks off, and got into bed.
Jeff came into my room, took his jocks off, and got into bed with me. He smelt nice, all that Jeff smell.
“You lose your way? I ask.
Jeff laughed. “How many years ago, babe?”
Funny? Sad? My uncle, not that I think of him as my uncle, is my longest lover.
He has a beautiful cock, just like mine. He says the reason ours are so much the same is our genes. “Sulk boy genes,” says Jeff.
"Grant boy genes," I say. “But that does mean grandpa must have had…”
“Let’s not think about it too much…” Jeff shook his head. Then he kissed me.
We have hot sex, Jeff and I. We don’t have penetrative sex, if that makes it better for those of you out there who still think a genetic misfit is going to come out of this. No, we’ve always had sensual sex, more kissing and rubbing and touching and sucking and licking and a lot of holding and feeling all of each other in our arms. We like to talk and tell each other dirty secrets, maybe you’d call them stories, narratives of filth. Cum all over each other, fall asleep sticky in each other’s arms.
Jeff slept the night in my bed. I’m not sure that is what he intended, we just fell asleep that way. It was nice.
The next morning, however, Jeff and I, perhaps taking our adulthood too seriously, had perhaps under estimated our ability to be quiet, and in our gay male enthusiasm, and we had, perhaps, over estimated the lengths our long suffering family would actually bend.
It is said in more than just jest, that if you are a boy in our family, it doesn’t matter which side, you will badly read situations in the pursuit of sex. The Grant/Sulk boys are all said to be over sexed, and over confident.
But, I guess, it is true of most men?
I don’t know about dad, I have never been brave enough to ask.
Amanda was up first, with a cup of tea in her hand.
“Good morning, mother,” said I with the carefree nature of a boy who had just very satisfactorily found nocturnal relief, and this was the first feed directly afterwards.”
“Good morning, Joshua.”
The Joshua was an arrow directly fired at my heart. If it was a Joshua morning, I knew I was in trouble.
I pushed the button on the coffee machine. What had I done?
“Everything okay... on this lovely morning?”
The coffee machine wined and whirred.
“Yes.”
“Just yes,” I said. “Have you not taken your happy pills yet?”
“Oh Josh, I wish I had the confidence you have.”
“I’m sorry?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Of course, I take it a sign of good mothering, you and your brother really are the most… confident people I have ever met.”
I put my cup under the coffee machine and its nozzle.
“It is good to be confident, mum?”
“You and your brother are the devil, though, sometimes.”
“The devil?”
“Only one of you two…”
“Amanda, you are not making any sense.”
I attached the milk jug and the machine put the milk in my coffee.
“I should smack your arse for, for, for being so presumptuous.”
Exactly the same amount of coffee as milk, that is the perfect coffee. Oh yes, and of course, those beans I used to pay $25 per quarter kilo, they were good coffees.
“What has got into you?”
“But, really, I just have to admire it, really,”
“Amanda, you are babbling.”
“Just when I thought you and Daniel…”
Daniel comes into the kitchen, in his jocks with his hand down the front scratching his balls. “Why do I keep hearing my name being used?”
Amanda hesitated, just momentarily. “I just didn’t think you could shock me any further.”
I turned to Daniel. “Can you make any sense out of her.”
“Oh, good morning, darling,” said Amanda. “Come here my darling boy and give me a kiss.”
“I’m in the good books, and you most definitely are not,” said Daniel.
“Oh, stop it, you two,” said Amanda suddenly. “How could anything be bothering me when I have my two handsome sons next to me.”
“It is a cover,” I said.
“At some point, time as yet to be disclosed, you are in for shit, buddy boy,” said Daniel.
“I’m not up for this nonsense,” said Amanda. “I’m going out on the terrace to drink my tea, the first one to make toast, and I’ll have two slices with strawberry jam.
Amanda exited out to the terrace.
“What is wrong with you,” said Daniel. A clip around the back of the head followed.
“Hay!”
“I had to go for a piss, I could hear you banging Jeff, what do you think she heard,” said Daniel. “You and Jeff have no respect.”
Amanda re-entered the kitchen. “Can somebody tell me where Jeff is? I just went to his room and he’s not there.”
“Do you know where Jeff is,” Daniel repeated looking at me.
“Jeff?” I said.
“Yes,” they both said in unison.
“I’ll get him for you.”
“No, I don’t want you to get him. Just tell me where he is, I can find him myself?”
Well, this was awkward. “I’ll get him for you…”
“Just tell me where he is.”
“He is asleep in my bed.”
“Oh.” Amanda was taken back. “Ah.” She wasn’t expecting that. “Of course, he is,” she finally said.
“I’ll get him.”
“No! I know where your bed room is, Joshua.” She looked at me. “It was only meant to be a small request, let’s not make too much out of this.”
“Sure,” I said.
“Sure,” said Daniel.
I called Daniel a coward in my head.
Amanda left the kitchen. “Don’t forget my toast,” she said on her way out.
Jeff entered the kitchen dressed only in his jocks, looking half asleep and confused.
“I look up and Amanda is looking back at me,” said Jeff. “And I was…”
“Yeah, she knows,” I say.
“You two haven’t exactly hidden it that well,” said Daniel. “She has known for some time.”
“You could have told me that?” said Jeff. “It never occurred to either of you…”
“Hey, leave me out of this,” said Daniel.
“Everyone is an adult in this.”
“He was barely an adult when you first…”
“When I first what?” said Jeff.
“You know what you did,” said Daniel.
“Hey, hey, hey, no one did anything to anyone,” I said. “The fact is, I was an adult, Daniel.”
“By a matter of hours,” said Daniel.
“Still over the age of consent, actually,” I said.
“I don’t know what you are trying to imply?” said Jeff.
“Do you really think she wants to hear her brother fucking her son? Do you?” spat Daniel.
“That sounds pretty homophobic, Daniel, my friend,” said Jeff.
“What?” said Daniel, dumbfounded. “I don’t care what you two do, if you can afford the counselling afterwards, I say go for it, but not here. One night,” said Daniel.
“Actually, three nights,” I said.
Amanda came back into the kitchen.
Dad came into the kitchen, not long after. He instinctively stood with us guys. He was after coffee, is more the truth. Jeff, Daniel and I were standing in our underpants, dad was in big boxer shorts and a short dressing gown, tied across his front.
Suddenly there was a click.
“What was that?” asked Jeff.
There was another click.
“What was that,” said Daniel.
We all looked around to see Amanda behind her cannon, still taking shots. Click, click, click.
“Stop that darling,” said Dad. “Not before coffee, we’re not savages.”
“The Grant men,” said Amanda, letting her camera go on the neck strap. “In their native habitat.”
“I’ve seen this look before, one of you was conceived after a look like that.”
“Rick!” squealed Amanda.
Rick looked at Jeff. “No, not you,” said Rick. “Although, from all accounts you may have wanted to.” Rick laughed in that way that he always did, when he took the cherry of the argument. Quite brilliant really.
“Rick!” Amanda’s reprimand oozed with desperation.
Dad looked at Daniel and I. “One of you two.”
He looked at Amanda. “Tea, darling?”
“No, no thank you, I was up early.”
Rick had managed to deflate the entire situation. “Where is the orange marmalade, darling?”
“It is where the orange marmalade always is,” said Amanda.
“Has somebody left the grog cupboard open again,” said Rick. “You know she gets like this, if you do.”
“Oh, darling,” mum simpered back. There was truth in what he said, if not true of this situation.
“You boys, as strapping as you might like to think you may look,” said Rick. “You are currently in your grandmother’s house in… um, in, your scanties.
“Scanties?” I said.
“Who says scanties?” said Daniel.
“We are not 19th century prostitutes,” said Jeff.
“And while it may be perfect acceptable to appear mostly naked in your own house, your grandmother will be up any minute now, and I am sure she is not used to the sight, such as this, to accompany her morning beverage.”
“What are you trying to say? Rick,” said Jeff, as if it was a direct challenge to Rick’s authority.
“Go and put something on before you scare your grandmother,” said Rick. “You know she has a bad heart.”
“Grandma doesn’t have a bad heart,” said doctor Daniel.
“Grandma’s heart is okay,” I said.
“Mum develop a bad heart?” questioned Jeff.
“Not our mum,” said Amanda. “She’ll live until she is 100. It is I who is going to drop dead because of you boys.”
“Oh.” Jeff momentarily forgot.
“And we want it to stay that way,” said Rick. “All three of you go and cover up.”
We all put on track suit pants, no tops, not one of us put on a shirt.
“Yes, well, half the job done is better than nothing,” says Rick.
“My son, and my grandsons, how lovely,” said Grandma as she came through the door. “You’re not one of them,” she said. “But you could be. Good morning handsome Rick.”
“Good morning, grandma,” said Jeff.
“Oh, cheeky,” said Grandma.
“I got them to cover up,” mum. “The young lads thought you were ready for a close inspection of the beef?”
“You make it sound so surgical,” said Grandma.
“Just looking out for you mum.”
“Don’t you worry boys,” said Grandma. “I’ve powdered each and every one of your bottoms, more than once.”
“We tried to tell him.”
“Oh, but yes, dear Joshua, it is always nice to dress for a meal, don’t you think.”
“We did our best,” grandma.
“None of you own a shirt?”
“No, the three of us said together.”
“Well,” said grandma. “I’m sure you could find shirts if you went and had another look.
I looked at Daniel, Daniel looked at Jeff, Jess looked at me. “Jeff, if your two nephews really can’t find shirts, be a lamb and find them two of yours.”
We all looked at grandma. “Go on, off you go.”
The three of us left the room obediently.
“Rick, how are you going with my tea?”
“Coming right along.”
We returned in tshirts.
“You boys sit down over there.” We sat dutifully. “Amanda?” Grandma put on her apron. “What do you fancy for breakfast, my dear?”
“That’s okay mum, I can…”
“Nonsense,” said grandma. “Tell me what you want and then sit down at the table and have a break.”
It was a Grant family Xmas thing, us heading up Xmas Eve. It’s a large country house that slept 20, or something, with its built on, and then built on again, verandas, which had over time morphed into a huge rambling farm house.
Mum, dad, Daniel, me, and Jeff Xmas eve. Mum’s sister Rosalyn and her husband Michael, and their sons, Morrison, Mitchell and Marcus would be coming up Xmas day.
300 acres stretching along the river, the back garden facing west, green grass seemingly all the way to the setting sun.
Grandma Lilly’s lime drink in a glass jug, and her madeira cake and shortbread, and, of course, pots of tea bought out to the rear deck where we sit to watch the afternoon fade.
Grandma Lilly asking questions and telling stories.
There was roast lamb for dinner. Red wine. And peaches and jelly and rice pudding and ice cream. Then fruit cake and sherry.
“Mum let me help you?” says Amanda.
“No darling, sit down you already do too much.”
“What? Lunch with the girls,” I say.
“And golf in the afternoon,” says Daniel.
“Cheeky, you two,” says Lilly. “Where would you too be without your mother?”
“Where we are now,” I say.
“Successful as ever,” says Daniel.
“The delusion is strong in these two,” says dad.
“My perfect boys,” says Amanda. I think she tousled Daniel’s hair.
There are many bedrooms to choose from in the rambling farm house, I like the Ruby Room and its adjoining bedrooms.
Jeff chose the bedroom next to mine, so we shared a bathroom.
“I’m next door,” says Jeff from my bedroom doorway. “Come outside I’ve got something for you.” He shook a press-seal plastic bag in the air.
Jeff and I disappear out onto the east veranda and chugged on the splifs after dinner.
Rick finds us and comes out too. “Are you two burning those joss sticks again,” says Rick.
“What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger,” says Jeff.
“Just a little herbal therapy,” I say.
“Don’t let your mother catch you,” says Rick. “Either of you,” he says to Jeff and me.
“We won’t,” say Jeff and I in unison.
“Have you deliberately left your brother out, or has he quit…” At exactly that moment the door opens and Daniel comes out of the house.
“Yeah, cheers, thanks a lot,” says Daniel. He takes up a seat next to Jeff and I.
Rick drags one of the wicker chairs away from the three of us to the other side of the veranda.
“You nervous dadio that if one of the women folk comes out and busts us you’ll be guilty by association,” says Daniel.
“I don’t want my clothes smelling of your weed,” says Rick.
Later, I was brushing my teeth, when Jeff came in in his jocks, with his toothbrush. Jeff is still working out, clearly, what can I say.
“Your gym is paying off.”
“Thanks bud,” says Jeff.
Jeff put toothpaste on his electric toothbrush, he switched it on, and raised it to his mouth.
“I want to sleep with you.”
“We shouldn’t,” I say. “This is our grandmas…”
“Jeff laughs. “Mother’s…”
“In this house?”
“So, is that a no?”
He put his toothbrush in his mouth.
I went into my room, took my jocks off, and got into bed.
Jeff came into my room, took his jocks off, and got into bed with me. He smelt nice, all that Jeff smell.
“You lose your way? I ask.
Jeff laughed. “How many years ago, babe?”
Funny? Sad? My uncle, not that I think of him as my uncle, is my longest lover.
He has a beautiful cock, just like mine. He says the reason ours are so much the same is our genes. “Sulk boy genes,” says Jeff.
"Grant boy genes," I say. “But that does mean grandpa must have had…”
“Let’s not think about it too much…” Jeff shook his head. Then he kissed me.
We have hot sex, Jeff and I. We don’t have penetrative sex, if that makes it better for those of you out there who still think a genetic misfit is going to come out of this. No, we’ve always had sensual sex, more kissing and rubbing and touching and sucking and licking and a lot of holding and feeling all of each other in our arms. We like to talk and tell each other dirty secrets, maybe you’d call them stories, narratives of filth. Cum all over each other, fall asleep sticky in each other’s arms.
Jeff slept the night in my bed. I’m not sure that is what he intended, we just fell asleep that way. It was nice.
The next morning, however, Jeff and I, perhaps taking our adulthood too seriously, had perhaps under estimated our ability to be quiet, and in our gay male enthusiasm, and we had, perhaps, over estimated the lengths our long suffering family would actually bend.
It is said in more than just jest, that if you are a boy in our family, it doesn’t matter which side, you will badly read situations in the pursuit of sex. The Grant/Sulk boys are all said to be over sexed, and over confident.
But, I guess, it is true of most men?
I don’t know about dad, I have never been brave enough to ask.
Amanda was up first, with a cup of tea in her hand.
“Good morning, mother,” said I with the carefree nature of a boy who had just very satisfactorily found nocturnal relief, and this was the first feed directly afterwards.”
“Good morning, Joshua.”
The Joshua was an arrow directly fired at my heart. If it was a Joshua morning, I knew I was in trouble.
I pushed the button on the coffee machine. What had I done?
“Everything okay... on this lovely morning?”
The coffee machine wined and whirred.
“Yes.”
“Just yes,” I said. “Have you not taken your happy pills yet?”
“Oh Josh, I wish I had the confidence you have.”
“I’m sorry?” I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Of course, I take it a sign of good mothering, you and your brother really are the most… confident people I have ever met.”
I put my cup under the coffee machine and its nozzle.
“It is good to be confident, mum?”
“You and your brother are the devil, though, sometimes.”
“The devil?”
“Only one of you two…”
“Amanda, you are not making any sense.”
I attached the milk jug and the machine put the milk in my coffee.
“I should smack your arse for, for, for being so presumptuous.”
Exactly the same amount of coffee as milk, that is the perfect coffee. Oh yes, and of course, those beans I used to pay $25 per quarter kilo, they were good coffees.
“What has got into you?”
“But, really, I just have to admire it, really,”
“Amanda, you are babbling.”
“Just when I thought you and Daniel…”
Daniel comes into the kitchen, in his jocks with his hand down the front scratching his balls. “Why do I keep hearing my name being used?”
Amanda hesitated, just momentarily. “I just didn’t think you could shock me any further.”
I turned to Daniel. “Can you make any sense out of her.”
“Oh, good morning, darling,” said Amanda. “Come here my darling boy and give me a kiss.”
“I’m in the good books, and you most definitely are not,” said Daniel.
“Oh, stop it, you two,” said Amanda suddenly. “How could anything be bothering me when I have my two handsome sons next to me.”
“It is a cover,” I said.
“At some point, time as yet to be disclosed, you are in for shit, buddy boy,” said Daniel.
“I’m not up for this nonsense,” said Amanda. “I’m going out on the terrace to drink my tea, the first one to make toast, and I’ll have two slices with strawberry jam.
Amanda exited out to the terrace.
“What is wrong with you,” said Daniel. A clip around the back of the head followed.
“Hay!”
“I had to go for a piss, I could hear you banging Jeff, what do you think she heard,” said Daniel. “You and Jeff have no respect.”
Amanda re-entered the kitchen. “Can somebody tell me where Jeff is? I just went to his room and he’s not there.”
“Do you know where Jeff is,” Daniel repeated looking at me.
“Jeff?” I said.
“Yes,” they both said in unison.
“I’ll get him for you.”
“No, I don’t want you to get him. Just tell me where he is, I can find him myself?”
Well, this was awkward. “I’ll get him for you…”
“Just tell me where he is.”
“He is asleep in my bed.”
“Oh.” Amanda was taken back. “Ah.” She wasn’t expecting that. “Of course, he is,” she finally said.
“I’ll get him.”
“No! I know where your bed room is, Joshua.” She looked at me. “It was only meant to be a small request, let’s not make too much out of this.”
“Sure,” I said.
“Sure,” said Daniel.
I called Daniel a coward in my head.
Amanda left the kitchen. “Don’t forget my toast,” she said on her way out.
Jeff entered the kitchen dressed only in his jocks, looking half asleep and confused.
“I look up and Amanda is looking back at me,” said Jeff. “And I was…”
“Yeah, she knows,” I say.
“You two haven’t exactly hidden it that well,” said Daniel. “She has known for some time.”
“You could have told me that?” said Jeff. “It never occurred to either of you…”
“Hey, leave me out of this,” said Daniel.
“Everyone is an adult in this.”
“He was barely an adult when you first…”
“When I first what?” said Jeff.
“You know what you did,” said Daniel.
“Hey, hey, hey, no one did anything to anyone,” I said. “The fact is, I was an adult, Daniel.”
“By a matter of hours,” said Daniel.
“Still over the age of consent, actually,” I said.
“I don’t know what you are trying to imply?” said Jeff.
“Do you really think she wants to hear her brother fucking her son? Do you?” spat Daniel.
“That sounds pretty homophobic, Daniel, my friend,” said Jeff.
“What?” said Daniel, dumbfounded. “I don’t care what you two do, if you can afford the counselling afterwards, I say go for it, but not here. One night,” said Daniel.
“Actually, three nights,” I said.
Amanda came back into the kitchen.
Dad came into the kitchen, not long after. He instinctively stood with us guys. He was after coffee, is more the truth. Jeff, Daniel and I were standing in our underpants, dad was in big boxer shorts and a short dressing gown, tied across his front.
Suddenly there was a click.
“What was that?” asked Jeff.
There was another click.
“What was that,” said Daniel.
We all looked around to see Amanda behind her cannon, still taking shots. Click, click, click.
“Stop that darling,” said Dad. “Not before coffee, we’re not savages.”
“The Grant men,” said Amanda, letting her camera go on the neck strap. “In their native habitat.”
“I’ve seen this look before, one of you was conceived after a look like that.”
“Rick!” squealed Amanda.
Rick looked at Jeff. “No, not you,” said Rick. “Although, from all accounts you may have wanted to.” Rick laughed in that way that he always did, when he took the cherry of the argument. Quite brilliant really.
“Rick!” Amanda’s reprimand oozed with desperation.
Dad looked at Daniel and I. “One of you two.”
He looked at Amanda. “Tea, darling?”
“No, no thank you, I was up early.”
Rick had managed to deflate the entire situation. “Where is the orange marmalade, darling?”
“It is where the orange marmalade always is,” said Amanda.
“Has somebody left the grog cupboard open again,” said Rick. “You know she gets like this, if you do.”
“Oh, darling,” mum simpered back. There was truth in what he said, if not true of this situation.
“You boys, as strapping as you might like to think you may look,” said Rick. “You are currently in your grandmother’s house in… um, in, your scanties.
“Scanties?” I said.
“Who says scanties?” said Daniel.
“We are not 19th century prostitutes,” said Jeff.
“And while it may be perfect acceptable to appear mostly naked in your own house, your grandmother will be up any minute now, and I am sure she is not used to the sight, such as this, to accompany her morning beverage.”
“What are you trying to say? Rick,” said Jeff, as if it was a direct challenge to Rick’s authority.
“Go and put something on before you scare your grandmother,” said Rick. “You know she has a bad heart.”
“Grandma doesn’t have a bad heart,” said doctor Daniel.
“Grandma’s heart is okay,” I said.
“Mum develop a bad heart?” questioned Jeff.
“Not our mum,” said Amanda. “She’ll live until she is 100. It is I who is going to drop dead because of you boys.”
“Oh.” Jeff momentarily forgot.
“And we want it to stay that way,” said Rick. “All three of you go and cover up.”
We all put on track suit pants, no tops, not one of us put on a shirt.
“Yes, well, half the job done is better than nothing,” says Rick.
“My son, and my grandsons, how lovely,” said Grandma as she came through the door. “You’re not one of them,” she said. “But you could be. Good morning handsome Rick.”
“Good morning, grandma,” said Jeff.
“Oh, cheeky,” said Grandma.
“I got them to cover up,” mum. “The young lads thought you were ready for a close inspection of the beef?”
“You make it sound so surgical,” said Grandma.
“Just looking out for you mum.”
“Don’t you worry boys,” said Grandma. “I’ve powdered each and every one of your bottoms, more than once.”
“We tried to tell him.”
“Oh, but yes, dear Joshua, it is always nice to dress for a meal, don’t you think.”
“We did our best,” grandma.
“None of you own a shirt?”
“No, the three of us said together.”
“Well,” said grandma. “I’m sure you could find shirts if you went and had another look.
I looked at Daniel, Daniel looked at Jeff, Jess looked at me. “Jeff, if your two nephews really can’t find shirts, be a lamb and find them two of yours.”
We all looked at grandma. “Go on, off you go.”
The three of us left the room obediently.
“Rick, how are you going with my tea?”
“Coming right along.”
We returned in tshirts.
“You boys sit down over there.” We sat dutifully. “Amanda?” Grandma put on her apron. “What do you fancy for breakfast, my dear?”
“That’s okay mum, I can…”
“Nonsense,” said grandma. “Tell me what you want and then sit down at the table and have a break.”
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