He is convinced that it needed the attention of a professional...
What he doesn't realise is that I consider him a professional!
Actually I'm quite concerned about any possible damage he might have done to his recovery - and told my mother that I would rather he not do it than hurt himself further.
I'm not sure he got the message though - he was getting frustrated with the drill and I was getting hormonally tearful so I escaped inside rather than subject him and everyone else to my tears.
The Froggy cheered me up.
Just by being so cute!
I was sitting in the lounge with my mother when I overheard a little voice say:
I love you Grampa...
This kid LOVES any kind of tools - hammer, nails, measuring tape, drills (we had to keep him away from those!) - anything you would find in a workshop.
He loves it!
And his granny has bought his christmas present with this passion of his in mind.
She can't wait to see his face on saturday morning!
It's in - after a bit of careful manoeuvring.
And My Man and My friend Liana's husband, Martin - for getting it here.
And Liana for giving it to me.
Now it just needs a bit of a stain on that new piece and it's an awesome super-strong addition to my lounge.