This is a relatively simple little story with lots of in-jokes that may not work for other families. Katie and Emily often stayed with us in our big house on the hill in Cornubia. We would walk down the bikeway and admire the owl who had taken up residence on a stump. There were always lots of stories- and nice afternoon teas: that much of the story is true. And the tired Old Grandad is real too.
It has a happy ending of sorts but it’s rather like a Greek tragedy in that way, however: the most interesting things happen off stage and are only hinted at. One can only guess at what Grandad gets up to at the shopping centre under the influence of the tonic. Once he has the bump on the head on the bikeway, he retireats into the torpor that marks his decline!