Anyone got a drill?

For the last twenty-five years or so I have bought Daughter a suitably messaged Thorntons chocolate heart for her birthday like this one:

A few years ago GrandDaughter1 decided she wanted the same on her birthday (today). So, on Thursday, I went into town early enough to call in to the shop before my hairdressing appointment. Only to find it had closed down!

After a quick 'Oh no,' I pulled myself together. 'How hard can it be to make one myself?'

The answer is it's not hard. The icing might not be so neat, and the decoration was whatever I could find in my pantry, but the chocolate's thicker. So thick I am thinking that perhaps I should have included a pickaxe in with her birthday presents. 

So yesterday we met up with Daughter, Younger Son and families for ice cream and fun on the beach, as a pre-birthday celebration.

Walking along the promenade Younger Son suddenly said, 'Where's Leonardo?'

'Oh he's running ahead,' says I. 

'Who with?'

'Cadel.'

At that moment Daughter, who was a little way behind us, yelps, 'Where's Cadel?'

'Running ahead.'

'Who's with him?'

'Leonardo.'

Sudden rushing by parents to find said children. 

It wasn't a problem. I knew where they were. 

Then on the beach I encouraged Cadel to climb a big rock. 'Go on, you can do it, but don't let your mum and dad see you.'

'Mummy and Daddy wouldn't let him climb that,' says Granddaughter1.

'That's why I said don't let your mum and dad see!'

It was a perfectly safe rock. 

This is why children need grandparents.

P.S. I used their names here because the sentence would have been too complicated otherwise. I don't usually use their names because if you're like me you won't remember who anybody is and giving them a title/description is more helpful. 

P.P.S. The parents did see him up the rock so I am probably in bad books.