The Land of Grandad

We went to The Land of Grandad to steal a few things the other day.

Grandma found out that I stole a few too many things, so she wants the surplus booty back ... I'll show you said booty before I return it.

Here's Grandad with his dog.

 

Grandma and Grandad are renovating. This is their new sideboard. It begged me to be put in the back of the car, and Martha and I tried dragging it outside, but it was too heavy. 

 I told it, "Don't worry. I'll be back one day!"

It is quite a lovely piece of furniture.

It's very green on the Mountain where Grandad lurks. There are lots of 'Avo' stalls on the side of the road. Look at that hedge!

This photo was taken from the car on the precipice of one of the ridges of the mountain? 

I don't know geographical terminology.

We got this lamp from Grandad ... I duly cleaned it and the bulb is fine even after being in a shed for 

about a decade!

 

We got some plates and cups like this because until now we've generally been eating off the table ... or we've been using awful duck-themed crockery that irks me beyond belief.

When I was growing up, we lived in a Spanish-style hacienda. There was white stucco as far as the eye could see, cow-hide rugs and seats, a set of bull's horns adorned a wall, matador paraphernalia thrilled our bloodthirsty imaginations ... so, when I went to The Land of Grandad I swiped the above chair ... it's one of two, three-legged Spanish seating apparatus. One of my younger brothers spent his youth falling off it. Every dinner time. You couldn't warn him.

We didn't eat with our parents when we were little. We sat at a separate table in another room. As a result, we used to throw a lot of food at each other and when my other brother scooted to the toilet, mid-meal, we'd all scrape our vegetables onto his plate! And by the time he'd come back to the table ... we'd all decamped and he was left with a pile of peas, carrots and potatoes! Ah, memories.

These are bullish things I like looking at. I must say, I'm not an advocate for bull-fighting. 

I just like the aesthetic.

 

Here's a Guzzini picnic box that was languishing in The Land of Grandad ... who doesn't love the primary-coloured loveliness of Italian plastic?

  

 

Below is the Danish gorgeousness that Grandma wants back ... I cleaned it for her like a good daughter who can't help herself when it comes to teak.

Grandma probably wants this orange, heavy beauty back as well ... the Husband said it's that heavy that I could use it to 'do-him-in' in the middle of the night. You can understand my reluctance to return it.

And the baby now demands to be taken outside every morning to be shown the birds.

Pointing.