We call this Softy Ice-cream here. No, I don’t mean that I am that.
When it comes to children, I become all soft and gooey gooey.
This is a photograph of my grand nephew Finlay escorting his little sister Josephine to a wedding. It is a bit dated but, shows the Scottish background. They are both a bit older now and Jo has just started to go to play school. They live in Edinburgh. They are the youngest of a lot of Rajgopauls.
The past few days, my nephew Simon who tries to get the kids to have breakfast and leave for school on time, calls me up on a video call so that these two rascals can talk to me and ask me questions like what is my favourite breakfast, colour, animal etc.
It takes just a few minutes but, the few minutes for me is heaven. I wish that some way could be invented to hug them from all this distance. .
This morning, I had a bonus. Their grandfather, my brother Barath was visiting and was a delicious surprise addition to the call.
It has been over six hours since the call. I am still feeling like a softy.