His name's not Bob, but my dad is pretty clever at making stuff. He and mum came to visit today, with Pop and my big brother. Dad's only condition on coming was that "I have to do a job for you."

I suggested he make a small clothes rack for the children's dress-up clothes on. It took an hour and a half, with an extra trip back to the hardware shop because of a faulty tool, and this was the amazing result!

Thanks Dad!

(As usual, Mum cleaned the kitchen, Pop bought the lunch, and my brother was a generally useful body. Thank you!)