
My grandsons are on the floor. Coloured pens and drawing paper are littered around them.
‘What’s a revolution Grandma?’
‘I think you mean resolution, darling, and it’s a sort of a goal.’
‘Oh goals, I know what they are,’ says Mister Seven taking the blank piece of paper from my hand and busying himself with the green pen.
‘So how many do you need?’ He asks. (more…)


