Dirty Old Man’s Day at the Allotment

Book excerpt: Dirty Old Mans Day at The allotment Granddad liked taking her up the allotment. She loved it too. There was always fruit to be picked which she loved to do. For him it was about the forbidden fruit. He’d bought her a present and she wanted to show him how gratefull she was. Taster: “Move back a little sweetheart.” He said as he pulled the garage door out and up. Then he went in and over to the corner and grabbed the three quarter sized tools for her, the shovel spade and fork were still wrapped up in the cellophane from the shop. He turned back around and held them up. “Oh Granddad, are they for me?” She squealed then she ran into the garage and threw her arms around him, pressing her little face up against his big belly. He looked down and kissed her on the top of her head right between the cute little pig tails. “Of course my darling.” He said, hugging her head with his free hand. “Are we going to the allotment then?” She asked as she broke her hug and glared at her presents. Even though they were designed for smaller people they were a little over large for her but she cared not. Granddad had bought them for her which meant that he loved her and she loved them, and him too of course. “I think we might just do that, but only if you really want to. Do you really want to?” He teased as he turned her and walked out towards the car his hand on her shoulder. “Oh yes please Granddad can we. PLEASE!” she asked, looking up at him. He smiled back down at her then lifted her into the car. “We should have changed you into a pair of jeans.” He said secretly thanking his stars that she’d stayed dressed in that tiny little almost mini skirt, he liked to watch her try to dig. He let his wrinkly old hands linger on her bare leg for a bit after her boots were all on. “What shall we do first Granddad?” She asked.