Road signs

Mr Life was having a little nap. Grandson wanted to go into the room where he was peacefully communing with the cat. Naps and Grandson don't really go together. But Grandson and his cars needed to "go to Portobello", which was, in his game, where Mr L and Cassie were on the sofa. So I put up a No Entry sign. If there's anything the lad understands, it's the power of road signs.

As reinforcement, I added a Diversion sign.

He conceded the point. "Now draw a Man Digging Mud sign," he said - this is what he calls a Road Works sign. It always looks to me like a Man Putting Up Umbrella sign, so I drew this. It looks a bit like Man Poking Fire, I have to admit.

He then requested: a Man Digging Mud End sign;

a Thirty Mile An Hour Limit sign;

an End To Thirty Mile An Hour Limit sign;

a Seventy-One Mile An Hour Speed Limit sign (unusual but possible, I suppose): 

followed by the above rarely-seen road sign;

some more speed limit ending signs;

and the rather alarming Ninety Mile An Hour Speed Limit notice.

I've been writing this blog for nearly nine years, I think. In another swiftly-passing nine years, he'll be twelve and won't need his granny much any more. But for the moment - I'm his willing slave.