The last supper

We had a meal out with Aly and Dave before they left for Langkawi/ Langwaki/ Langarry (delete as appopriate or based on Grandad's pronunciation, which changed daily) on Wednesday. Grandad is a big fan of Darling Harbour, so we set off for King Street Wharf on Tuesday for a late lunch. Alice had been fed, watered and made to sleep for two hours, so we felt as prepared as we could be.

As is often the case when I worry about how things will go, Alice behaved beautifully and entertained us all. Between courses, she read books with Grannie (in fact, long after Alice had been taken on a promenade around the restaurant, Grannie was still to be found with her nose in "Where is Maisie's Panda", as she was dying to know the ending - where was that panda hiding?)...



...did laps of the restaurant with Grandad...

...and prawns and rice rusks kept her amused while we ate.


Grannie and Grandad have now left us with a taste of Bolton weather to ensure that we feel their absence all the more keenly. Let me just say that Alice is watching a few Baby Einstein videos this weekend than she has for a while...

Alice and her fan club