In 1998 I retired and prepared to settle down to a stress-free life.
Our granddaughter was born that year followed by our grandson two years later. They came to spend Friday nights with us and it became a ritual that I would tell them a bedtime story. There came a time when our granddaughter reproached me because, in her words,
“You told that wrong Grandpa. Last time you told us about the Spotty Dog and the Football Match, he scored two goals. You have to write the stories down so that you tell them properly.”