Thanks to a bit of warmth and a clear sky, Vince and Melanie sat outside to eat lunch. Robbie played close by, making them both laugh at his brave exploration of some bushes, where he hid and then pounced out at their feet.
Vince had dug up a small table and two chairs from a shed, given them a clean and placed them in a sheltered spot out of any wind. He couldn’t remember the last time these had seen the light of day, but they would do the job. Mel brought Robbie’s lunch out in a bowl so he wouldn’t miss out.
‘Why isn’t there much grass, Grandad?’
‘It gets hot here in summer and dries out.’
‘But there’s been a lot of rain. Shouldn’t it be green, like at my house?’ Melanie took a bite of her sandwich, her eyes curious. ‘Daddy was always complaining about having to mow the garden.’
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