I've decided that the parents have now reached the age when physical training can begin. I've taken on the burden of getting them into shape.
Thus, yesterday afternoon, had you been in the right place at the right time you would have observed Granny and Mummy trudging through a windswept field, me shouting from up ahead
"Come on. This way", leading them on another lap as I show them how exercise should be done.
And yesterday at tea time, Daddy with a big slice of Thornton's Toffee cake on this plate.
"If you eat all that Daddy, you'll be fat like Mr Greedy." Daddy carries on eating. More vivid methods needed. So I shuffle back in my chair, puff out my chest as far as it will go. "You'll have a fat tummy like this", I point.
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