Recently I found myself in the very fortunate position of qualifying for some granddad time with our almost 3-year-old cherub.
The term "whistle stop" probably best describes the visit, sandwiched as it was between her parent's return to their base in Taranaki and the need for me to start work, or as I like to put it these days, chain myself to the oars of the ever changing world of newspapers.
Now this meant probably only an hour or so of available time at an early hour. But what are you going to do? You're going to grab the opportunity