Jodey and Nip wondered if Mum had suddenly gone crazy.

"Its alright boys," whispered Mum, "We mustn't upset her. Play along."

"Yes, er, a lovely kid," said Jodey.

"Kids are baby goats," said granny, "We do not refer to children as 'kids' thank you."

"Sorry" said Jodey wincing, "Lovely baby, er child."

"And how long have you been looking after him?" asked Mum.

"Just three months," said granny, "This is my first job. My first full time job. I'll be a fully qualified nanny in a few years. Weren't the Smiths kind, letting me practice on their baby?"

"Very kind," agreed Mum.

Jodey and Nip wondered where the promised drink had gone. Probably, they thought, it would never come. Then Nip suddenly had a thought.

"The will!" he said, "That guy at the funeral, he said they can't find it."

"Will?" asked granny "What will? Has somebody passed away?"

"Oops," said Nip, "I forgot!"

"Johnny's grown up now," said Mum, trying to calm granny down, "He's a big boy, and he's living in the house all by himself."

"How old is he?" asked granny.

"Nearly ninety."

"That means I must be at least a hundred!" she laughed, "My word how time flies! It seems like only yesterday I was holding him on my shoulder. He was terrible with his wind you know. Took ages to bring it up."

"I have some sad news," said Mum.

"What's that dear? I don't like sad things, you know that."

"I thought you ought to know that Johnny died yesterday. My boys went to his funeral."

"Funeral?" said granny, trying to understand, "But