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Created on: August 12, 2008 Last Updated: September 21, 2008
A few years ago I was working in my greenhouse, my grandson Tomas was with me he was two years old at the time. He used to love being in the garden with me, he was generally a hinderence but nevertheless, he was out there with me and learning a bit of respect about nature.
Nothing of the sort, months earlier I had set myself up with one of those strawberry tubs, you know the ones you can plant all the way down the sides. My pride and joy I had never grown this wonderful fruit before. I know you are guessing what happens next, you have it I had taken my eyes off Tomas for a couple of minutes, I could hear him giggling and there he was covered in red juice from my strawberries, he had not pulled them from the plants though they were still firmly attatched, he had taken a bite out of most of them.
So what do we do, well I thought I am not going to waste them, so we sat on the ground together and finished them off. Of course who comes around the corner of the greenhouse but his Mum and Grandmother, and yes it was good old grand dad who got the blame. After all who was going to blame this young innocent with the blue eyes when it was me caught with my mouth full chomping away.
I am still not believed till this day, and of course little blue eyes who by the way is now seventeen, remembers the incident just smiles at me when the incident is mentioned.
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