Daughter is a self-employed, award-winning copywriter, working from home. At the moment she's on maternity leave.
Yesterday I got home from walking George and Husband said, 'Daughter phoned.'
'What's the matter? Is Grand-Daughter all right?'
'Nothing's the matter. Daughter has been asked by a regular client if she can do some work and she wanted to know if you could ...'
'...go down and babysit.'
'Yes, yes, yes.'
'You don't know when she wants you: what about work?'
'Pft, I can sort work out.'
So I'm going down on Monday. To look after Grand-Daughter and HollyDog. Yay!