Belly like a trampoline

One of the real downsides of lockdown is not being able to have cuddles with my grandchildren!

While I get to see them as I take my daily exercise, we are, quite correctly, socially distanced.

We have perfected “virtual hugs” and can’t wait until those become real hugs.

They have all been schooled at home during the lockdown and the youngest one, Samuel, was tasked with writing a poem. He chose to write it about me.

His poem is simply titled Grandad;

Grandad

He is as old as the battle of Hastings

With creaky knees like a rusty gate

As bald as a Hippo

With a belly like a trampoline

He is a master of chess

And drinks red wine like water

He is my fishing hero

As wise as a wizard

He’s so tall he can touch the sky

He plays football like an antique Ronaldo

– Samuel Hill age 8

His mother describes the poem as a blend of compliment and insult! I tend to take a compliment wherever I can find one these days.

The only line I disagree with is the “belly like a trampoline”; with regular daily exercise that is no longer the case!!

As to my footballing skills; it’s clear I still have them although I would have preferred to being referred to as an “antique Ricky Lambert” but I will take the Ronaldo reference.

I can’t wait to get back to football coaching but I suspect we are some months away from that.

We shall then see how the creaky knees perform!